standing on top of a cliff which
seems to weigh me down, carrying
all of my burdens yet I can’t let go.
I can’t seem to let go. I’m slipping,
slipping because I’m holding on to
the things which do me harm, yet in
my eyes it’s seen as sanity. it’s seen
as my coping mechanism, my muse.
the rocks are starting to fall bit by
bit. i look behind and everything i
envisioned will be if i just let this go.
i look at my burdens and they tell me
that I am all that they know. glancing
back at my vision one last time,
without hesitation, I let go of my burdens.
i felt capricious, yet letting go was the
best thing I had to do.