Grips

It isn't that I fear
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Or lie in bed wondering
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
How and when I will lose the ones
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
That I hold dear 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
But hear me out-
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I am a woman; a mother
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
By these facts alone I am
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Considered the weaker vessel
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I was born as such
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
With no say in the matter
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Into a most inhospitable form
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Or perhaps
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
More to the point
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
My form was forced
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
And therefore I feel it has
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Betrayed me
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
And so how am I to reconcile
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The disparity?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I want to be strong
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Independent
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Unflappable
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Yet my foundation
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Was built on sand
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
And I have yet to figure a way
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
To stop searching for
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 A soft place to land
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
You see
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
What I know for certain
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Is that in the end
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
All I have
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Is me