Held
Full blood rush running
for months
tear soaked till I am
bone dry
I return
to the ocean in me
exchanging salt for salt
my lips drenched wet enough
they become dry
silencing my speech
offering me the chance
to
just
exist
I am held
by the weight of what I can’t hold
knowing I am enough
aches, pains and all that is ungraceful
this moment
so rare