Hello,
This is Chris and today I have another poem from Dana Foltz.
This poem is called Closed Fist or Open Hand.
To help you feel the words of this poem,
You can actually participate physically.
So for the first half of this poem you can tense your muscles,
You can clench your fists,
Tense up all the parts of your body and then halfway through the poem when I say opening my hand you can release your body.
So the poem is called Closed Fist or Open Hand.
I've always taken a tight-fisted approach to life,
Clutching at my suffering as if nothing else matters but this worry,
Doubt,
Confusion or despair.
I held my misery close because it was known instead of risking the void by letting go.
Now I try opening my hand,
Feeling the stiff fingers peel back one by one to leave my palm flat like a launchpad.
Relaxing that tight grip feels impossible until I do it and then I'm left shaking my head in disbelief.
What exactly did I think I had to grasp?
Thank you for listening.
Have a lovely day.