learning to lose

As I, the tiny baby, slowly drifts off to sleep

My wonderful watcher slowly pries these things from my fists – beautiful, lovely, blessings

To which I am clinging too tightly, harsh angry red all across my palms.

When I awake, grown up stronger from rest

I shall be able

to grasp the rungs with empty hands

and pull upwards.

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