I Don’t Hold It
A quiet moment of lowered guard, where Nora allows feeling to appear without arranging or protecting it. Endurance shows here as staying present while unshielded.
I don’t hold it The way I did I leave things Where they land I don’t move them Into place If something shows I let it I don’t step back In time — My voice reaches Before I decide I hear it As it happens I don’t prepare My face I forget To correct it — The weight is still there But lower Not lighter Just closer I stand where I am And stay I don’t explain Why I don’t hold it I don’t shape it If it shows It shows