By Charlie Brook

I wrap my hands so tightly around my heart

That I barely let the thing beat on its own.

There, it’s surrounded by the illusion of safety:

My desperate hands holding all of me together

Like a racoon in the night, unable to let go of the precious jewel in its greedy grasp

If it would, it would find


I want to release me from this self-imposed burden

This caring that I do so well

This quote unquote passion that quote unquote burns in me

But I wrap my hands so tightly around my heart

To prove to [only] myself that I’m not worthless

Too proud to let go and stick out a welcoming hand

Too ambitious to imagine any other path to success

I don’t build walls, no you can see the thing beating through my fingers

But it’s wrapped up so tightly that the only thing choking is me.