She Couldn't Do It

She couldn't do it.
She tried, she really did.
Fingers held so tightly closed
white knuckles, nails biting palm.
She'd visualise release.
One finger, two, now the thumb.
But it never worked.
Muscles cramping, tendons popping,
She hadn't visualised this.
Her spirit, her heart, her eyes
squeezed tighter, matching
the pain of her iron grip.
She'd strangle things
(herself) to death.
She just couldn't let go.