my soul is quiet
as I sit and contemplate
my life - my day

what it could be.
if I let it.
if I let go
of this white-knuckled grip
on life.

holding on so tight
it is like trying to control a wave
crashing against the shore.

i'm trying to keep the wave
upon the sand
afraid that if I let go
i will lose it.
and then I will be left alone.

breathing deeply,
I try to give myself the courage
to let go.
just let go...
...let go.

8 march 2005