Giving up anxiety

I pace hurriedly back and forth
back and forth
tossed to and fro by rushing, flourishing thoughts
How my head buzzes
With what I only know
My legs grow tired, but my head
SHOUTS
I cover my ears, maybe then
it will stop
He
Who had been waiting ever so patiently
Comes to stand next to me
His weathered, worn, pierced hands
Clasp carefully over mine
Realizing
He is there
that alone
Overwhelms
and Comforts me
Slowly, cautiously
He lowers our hands, together, until they rest limply
Between us
I almost let go, but notice the grip
He continues to hold
Not too tightly, nor roughly nor possessively
But still
He holds on
His eyes tell stories; their love, anguish and kindness shine
through and through, through mine
into my aching soul
Tears flow, lips quiver (unsure of whether to smile or grimace), hands tremble
letting go
not of
His hands
But of myself
I collapse into
His arms
So safe
Guaranteed
Without having to prove myself, for
He already knows





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