A case of the “I can’t hold on any longer”.,
The stronger the grip is on me
I seem to be losing my own grip,
a slip of whatever I’ve in hand.
The thing can stand on whatever
surface it will occupy, but when I try
to take hold of it, it slips.
The hand that grips loosely play
loosey-goosey with possession.
It’s an obsession of mine. I’ve come to find
I am the dip that keeps on dropping!
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019
https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2019/06/19/wednesday-june-19__swings/
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
After many injuries and nerve damage, I can relate.