I can't hold on

to what's not mine.

It used to be.

I used to wrap it around my heart.

It made me feel alive.

Now it exists outside me

being pulled away by the suction of time.

Far away.

My fingers can't hold on anymore.

I feel I lost something.

In that loss

sitting silently amidst grief

is my freedom.

I can't see it.

I can't hold it.

I can't name it.

I can't do anything with it.

It sees and holds me.

It always has

and will.

My heart stops fighting.

It opens.

It fills with everything.