my heart ponders

‎ the fear of the unknown ‎has always been the reason ‎I held on to feelings— ‎and people— too tightly ‎ ‎I  thought holding on ‎Was the only way to show i care. ‎So I bore the bruise, ‎Endured the pain , ‎My arms growing  weaker ‎From the grip. ‎ ‎Yet  still , I refuse to let go ‎For I fear  grief will  claim me ‎The pain that comes, ‎ after letting go ‎Becomes my predator. ‎