Hold

i met the world

with open palms,

and you were there.

in the space beneath

my dangling feet,

i owned the fear.

.

how do i take my hands

from the ropes?

i have no idea 

how this goes.

.

my only certitude

is a depth of gratitude

for Soul.

i uncurl my fingers,

and let go.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Photo by Luis Beltran

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