Sunday 23 February 2014

Slippery Grasp


Like water,
I slip out of your grasp.

No solid earth
to hold me.

Nothing for you 
to contain my being, 

as I fill up 
and
empty out

all that I am,
over and over.

A vase
full of 
mess and broken beautiful
flowers.

You wish to hold me. 

But,
you don't know how.


1 comment:

  1. Ah this is nice. I love the analogy - us as water and certain people not knowing how to hold us. Great job Susan.

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