grip

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a grip loose enough so I can be

but tight enough so I am held

enough words to know wisdom

enough silence to know comfort

close enough to the shore to know safety

far enough to savour the lake

immersed in the present enough

to picture the future we can make

 

my shoulders drop

my body leans back

my feet go up

as I bask in your leadership

I glow as I soak in your gorgeous grip

-maithili

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