Imelda (Isaiah 40:31)

I feel like a toilet paper roll
on a steep mountainside-

always struggling upwards,
not moving at all.

Afraid of falling down.

If I let go, unravel
and rest there, exposed,

you are big enough to lift
my vast, limp, drooping sheets.

Spin me out as in a dance!

Turn my sags to curves

of eagles’ wings.

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