The Fear of Letting Go

The sky is bleak and the claws of regret are biting my ankles,

I walked toward the bland, black building, anxiety raking it’s claws down my back.

I walked toward the person whom I could have never faced before now.

 

He was waiting for me.

He looked at my face, his face was blank and my eyes tried to focus.

No eyes.

No nose.

Nothing.

I only saw the mouth of a blood sucking leech who was attached to my heart.

 

I had to pierce it with the sword of truth...my truth.

The truth that he could never have seen coming toward him.

The truth that he would never listen to.

The truth that he feared.

 

He feared that it would change my mind.

He  feared that I would become stronger and resist.

He feared that I would take his jaws off my heart and crush him,

And he was right.

I tore his tyrannical teeth off my heart.

I did not crush him.

I did not yell at him.

I did not hurt him.

I told him the truth

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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