I can’t hold on
she is slipping away.
My hands are too weak
but I want her to stay.
I grab on too tight
and she crumbles to pieces,
and I scream to the sky, “What have I done to her, Jesus!”
I’ve taken a ball of perfectly smooth clay
and distorted it in an usual way.
I tried to put a square peg in a round hole
and damaged the beautiful thing I sought to control.