Pease do this gracefully.
I know it’s like gravel on your tongue,
and your chest has never felt thinner
Don’t blow away.
You’re not a feather,
You were not born to be held in fingertips,
This is your life.
stop letting everyone else hold it.
I know it’s your heart on the line,
Lean into it.
You know just how to move,
You won’t break a thing.
You’re not glass.