Letting go of someone
Is not the same as
Letting go of training wheels
Or a walking infant's hands
Or the chains on the swings.
You still will fall
Nevertheless, it will hurt
More than scraped knees,
Ankles, hands, elbows, pride,
More than what the sidewalk taught you.
People are human no matter what we see
Because when you cut someone
Or let them go
You will see we all bleed the same
Despite what your eyes see, your mind tells you the truth.
We live in multiple states of being
And my psychological body is scarred
Where my physical body is grateful
All while my mental body prepares for battle
Everyday fighting the urge to hold on.
Giving up or letting go are not
Yellow traffic lights flashing at midnight
To remind us we are weak or fragile,
Rather, they serve as a visual for us
Who are trying to be free.
We let go of people
Like we let go of time
As it slips through our fingers,
Being a memorable lost thought
We always see in the dark of our minds.
What little humanity us beings shelter
Keeps us holding on
Until we realize we have fallen down and
With scraped knees, ankles, hands, elbows, and pride,
We let go and learn how to survive.