i feel fragile here.

i feel fragile here
my skin soaked deliberately in the water that has lacked in presence
so confined ive been within four walls and a view
tonight i witnessed my own insanity
the pulse that aches into emotion
with the resulting outcomes of holding in and holding on
the land feels exposed to the wetness
as i am exposed to myself
ive missed the rain
the way it holds on and quivers against the release
they say the skies know when it is time to weep
sometimes i too feel myself slipping
the fears grow inside of me up through my belly from the root of unconsciousness
they spread over the dinner table
that is surrounded by a home which has always structured the perimeters of my life
this memory becomes beautiful
with no room to be anything then what it has already been
there is nothing to expand on here
to grow me out into longer years
i have to say goodbye to this part of me
that eases into this space of comfort to tight to bare in any length