Day 61

holding

I am holding space
               Holding ground

I am holding myself upright
               Holding my heart in my chest

I am holding your hand now
               Holding your face in my hand now

I am holding your hurt
               Holding your hope

Not gripping in fear
               No strangle hold

I hold you like I might hold an injured bird
               Fluttering heart and wings against my palm

Holding can be done with open hands
               that we might be ready, at any time

To let go.

illustration by Kari Gale