My hands shake,
     holding tight to any semblance of
          control.
I fear
     if I let go,
          I will be left with nothing.

But you say,
     “Seek first . . .,”
     “Deny yourself . . .,”
     “I have overcome the world.”

So I let go
     and find
          my hands were always empty.

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