I used to dig my nails into jagged edges

that I called love.

I wanted to believe my grip 

scratched the surface of untapped feelings

& this weight would become lighter 

if I just pushed harder, looked further,

if I still climbed for you,

held on for you.

I kept cutting my hands on potential.

I'd sweat & bleed to be someone you need

but it took me so long to see 

it's not because I was weak 

that I couldn't pull myself up.

I clung to ideas 

facing the wrong way.

I was afraid of turning around 

& falling down

but really it was 

flirtatious fear keeping me 

dangling.

I chose to stop reaching for 

what doesn't reach for me.

I loosened my hands

& told myself,

to trust where my heart 

carries my body, 

to let myself be pulled 

by love's gravity,

let go 

let go 

 let go.  

.Laura Curren.