You are held, You are stretched : all so you can hold – Rupika Moitra

I am always held by the universe

I could hold, I could heal

Because I held on to celestial space

About all else, I am less prickly now

Pain has its task defined

Its quite adamant

It stretches me in unfiltered ways

Yet I ask love to quietly stay

I am quite relishing the results now

I can hold in my widened cup

Your healing, your love

Our collected pours, our collected gains

– Rupika Moitra

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