Spiraling

Spiraling into the

labyrinth that is

overthinking.

Going down a rabbit hole

into the void.

My thoughts stretch through hallways

opening doors long sense closed.

What am I searching for,

I wonder?

My thoughts slice through my energy

And leave me out to dry

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Why is letting go

so much harder than holding on?

I've known how to hold on

too tight

since I can remember.

I've always been one to white knuckle the steering wheel

of my life.

It has taken time

and many lessons

for me

to loosen that grip.

-

I wonder

will white knuckling ever

not be my first nature?

Will loosening my grip always take so much

effort?

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The answer

I conclude

matters less

than my commitment

to finding out.