Grounded Poem by Maya Hanson

I am not getting smaller,
shrinking with feeling and letting go,
putting up all my defenses
to quit the confusion and instead use your hand.

I am not standing too long,
shivering until my bones feel so far away,
they crack like those arches and I am the gate.

I am not holding too tight,
forward and back like my constant insanity.
I am not knotting these fishing line heartstrings,
catch and release like those signs used to say.

I am not flying or falling,
I think here I am grounded.