By Ananya Sarkar
A crumpled ball of paper
That I clutch in my hand
Squeezing from time to time
Till my hand turns clammy
And I no longer want to hold it
This crumpled ball of fear.
So I spread it out on the table
Ease across the creases
Draw a heart on it
Then float it in the air.
I watch my fear float
No longer hard
No longer a ball
But just a paper touched by love
Now light as a feather…
This poem beautifully expressed the need to let go of fear rather than holding on to it, I could totally resonate with this!
Wonderful piece of work !!