Carry me, please, anyone. I asked nicely.
Oh no- girl you will not be carried.
Not in this life.
The hand will mold you
It will hold-back
barley lingering in the background
it’s not here to catch you,
it’s the nudging type.
You will not rest,
In fact do more of that.
Life right now isn’t about cradle or respite
You’re in between.
This is the part where you show up,
You make everything beautiful and well.
You’re good at that.