It feels like change.
All of it.
Every breathe in.
Every breathe out.
Every gaze in the mirror.
Every letter typed out.
Every sound vibrating off my tongue.
Its a wobble between courage and crumbling.
The desire to let it all burn and to hold on tight.
Is it possible to shake in the steadiness?
One hand holding all I've been.
One hand holding who I get to be.
And we're all standing on the edge.
The edge of something.
The whisper says "let it all go.
You cant hold both.
You cant hold at all"