THESE KNOTS by babsy face

These knots in my stomach seem to subside, with each knot binding, each knot tied. Collar tight on my neck, hands firmly to my sides, standing open and honest, eyes now wide. A new view on life, things yet unseen, seem closer now when I fall to my knees. Not a fall necessarily, knowing I'll have guiding hands, and it may not be soft, but stable when I land. The hardest part now is reaching for something, when theres a life you expected, while feeling like nothing. Holes seem smaller now and gaps they subside, in my submission with sisters at my side