A Metaphorical Interlude


When the water climbed higher

And almost cut off my breath

I gasped out for help.

The hand that reached out

Was sturdy and strong.

He said,

It was all transient.

‘In letting go,

You find yourself.

In holding on,

You lose.’

He served me tea.

Shivering still,

I asked, slightly bemused

“Did I hold on or let go



In holding onto you,

I actually let go

Of my fears

And found myself true.

He said,

After tea,

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