Grip.

My hands are tied

My lips are shut

I woke up at night

Figuring my if-s and but-s

It’s like I’m holding sand in my hand

Gripping ever too tightly

The stronger I grip

The faster it slips

Leaving not even the tiniest bit

My heart is in pain

But my brain says otherwise

Oh the wonder works of God

Who are we to question why

Breaking someone’s trust is like crumping a piece of paper

You can smooth it over

But it can never be the same piece of paper again

So now

We let go

And see what stays

OT9

26/9/2020