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.