Give it to me

She opens her hands to me,

Putting hands together like a bowl.

“Give it to me.”

I release the anxiety and fear

Into the cupped hands of grace.

“I dropped it, it’s gone.”

I breathe deep,

realizing that I have been holding it in

Toxic exhalent held for far too long.

She pulls me in.

And I relax into her embrace.

I am home

And despite handing over the darkness

Into her cupped hands,

I am filled.