… it is terrible, it’s like the limp handshake, can’t wait to shake it off! Give me a firm handshake or leave me alone, hold me tight or let me be! Dragging you along and holding you captive to mediocrity. Want to be your friend but will never commit, no faithfulness, no spark, no fire, no light, no interest, just words, weak meaningless words. To what use, of what purpose, I ask?
Someone said, “but at least, you have a grip” no I don’t, all I have is an illusion, a facade, a looseness that holds nothing together. It’s nothing, doing nothing, yet pretending to be, taking up the space and preventing others from entering. You just don’t feel held, because you are not held, hands are around but not holding you. You don’t feel love, even though ‘I love you too’ flies around. Why ‘too’? Why can’t you just say it, without it being a response to my professing. Why play obligation? Obligatory speech sucks, obligatory relationships are just not it, feel it or leave it!
‘You can trust me’, ‘you are safe with me’, ‘I will protect you’ ….! Really? With those weak hands and slack grip! No , I don’t think so, there is no trust, safety or protection, pure words, absent minded words, not mean or intended to mislead but words lacking commitment, energy or see through. Just words to fill the space, to address the uncomfortable to silence, to wade off drama or agitation. Words to buy time, time for what? I know not.
The light grip, is no grip, it’s the house with no walls or roof, it is no house, offers no protection from the elements, collapses at the first sign of trouble, it is a pack of card. Let it go, just let it go, mourn the loss but it must go, feel the pain, but it must go, grieve but move on. You can do it, you can be strong. Strength is yours!
The light grip is no grip!
Beautiful Ivory 