Posted in Gracie's Glimmer, Poetry From A Woman Who Thinks Too Much, Wrestling Codependency

Arms Wrapped Tight

Arms wrapped tight
around my waist.
Grasping skin and bones
squeezing, pinching, holding
don’t let go, don’t let go!
Everything will fall out
all this grief
all this pain
it will spill
on the floor
and then…
I won’t be
me anymore.
Arms wrapped tight
around my waist.

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