Put your fears down on the ground.
Walk away.
Turn around
and look at them
from a little way off;
maybe holding the hand of someone you love.
Maybe you'll feel the (ghost) hand
of your beloved grandmother,
The one in whose eyes you could
do no be no think no say no wrong.
They aren't you.
Think about that before
you decide whether to walk over and
pick them back up again.
Consider whether
one or two small pieces
might have melted
into the dirt by now.
Look up at the sky.
Breathe.
Even without those fears
held tight in your hands
your heart is still
beating, you are still
you.
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