i am my Own

for every night that i lie awake,
and worry,
and my anxiety swashes across my chest,
and my fingers tingle,
and my certainty sinks

there is an embrace (oh my, won’t you

give me more,
bring me more,
send me more,
to my swelling hands, over-sensate

i can take it, i can take you
down

i am my Own
God’s will

throw your arms around me)

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