I clutch my independence when I should hold it tenderly instead.
Open to the possibility,
That it could change,
But not needing to know that at this time.
I no longer need to be heeded, but understood without words.
It’s an essence of connection that exists or just doesn’t,
No need to force it or coerce it.
But to touch someone’s heart and feel nothing at all.
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