Wednesday Riff: Control

So tiring at times,
So wearing,
To hold those reins,
Grip so tightly,
Doing our best to keep hold
Of so many loose ends.
So difficult to let go,
So fearful… the prospect,
So stressful… the unknown,
So taxing… the holding on.
To begin again,
To step into the sunlight,
To breathe once more,
To stretch our spirits.
‘Be still.’
The whisper in the air,
Even for a moment,
The gentle call,
To open those fists,
Unclench those hands,
And regain perspective.

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