Let Go

The trickling of suffering rushes up upon me

Ingest and digest

Can you scrape the mountains upon my being?

Who can ever know suffering filled with purpose

Profoundness

Inexplicable sensation

Inexplicable understanding

Understanding that only comes through the innermost depths of one's very own vitality

If I could let go of the past

My heart will be released

My heart has hands

And its grip is fierce

The grip that holds regret and sorrow

The could've been

Should’ve been

And would’ve been

It grabs hold of my mind

Loves to pop up when soever it feels

It dilutes my now and my tomorrows, tomorrow

It loves to laugh too

A chuckle it bursts out

Taunting

Mocking

Saying who I should be

Sick and tired of being sick and tired, births out a need for a new horizon

An unfamiliar feeling creeps into the horizon

I think I'm ready to let go now

Perhaps my time was paid

Perhaps it cashed my check

I'm ready to let go now

I hear a knock at my door

It says its name is past

I glance at the knob and shake my head no

I think it got my point

I don't hear another knock now

For now