The Hollow Grip
Can't let go of all I hold ,
Stuck on a breath I can’t let go.
All my life I’ve held this loose,
Until I got nothing to lose.
Canyon opening in my chest,
A static sound that does not know rest.
The wide-open sky with air sucked out,
The kind of end we don't talk about.
I finally let the anchor go—
Just to find how deep "nothing" goes.
A heavy dark I’ve come to know,
With nowhere left for the ghost to go.
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