Held
I no longer trust things to hold me - Chairs, swings, ladders, human arms. I am so heavy, so firm, so solid I am constantly breaking everything I hold dear And I tell myself this is because I am Meant to behold and not be held. But the truth is I have outgrown my love for myself. If I saw it now, I could hold my self love In the palm of my hand and squeezed tightly It would pour out like sand. ©2024 @StaceyBattlestheWorld
