Holding on to it

“I clutch it tight,” said the wielder.

When I’m out in the world, I clutch it tight and clamp down with a vice grip, ensuring it doesn’t float away and pop like an abandoned party balloon.

When I catch myself letting my guard down, I frantically check to see that I still have it.

Wait, where did it go?

Wait…what was it I was holding on to? Was it my sanity? Or was it my anxiety?

Is the weight of it keeping me grounded? Or is it lifting me ever closer to the sun?

Well, regardless, I doubt that instinct to hold on to something is going anywhere. Perhaps I should find something else to hold on to.

Or maybe I should let go?

The wielder

And, now, words to let go to…

Have you tried tying balloons to your boulder?