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I can control many habits, be it
picking cuticles or hems,
lifting the fork
too many times, speaking
when you are not
finished.
I can control some thoughts, I think
whilst obsessing over
forgotten exchanges,
shapeless words
amongst strangers
or friends.
Control is essential
and once relinquished
the tide of fear swells,
threatens,
crashes
and yet, flawed and fragile
I still exist
amongst the waves, afloat and
unafraid.

by Melissa Kro.

via Daily Prompt: Control

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