Letting Go
For the longest time,
I let it encapsulate me.
Fear gripped me with its
frozen, harsh, ugly hands.
They were unrelenting.
I would tell you a story
of suffering
of pain
of endless fighting
but
I would rather tell you
how I let go--
It was
sudden
It was
driving down a hill and
taking your foot off the break
It was
darkness and then
a radiating sunrise
It was
tight lungs but finally
a deep breath
So suddenly, the release flooded in
I hope that you can find this too.
This poem is about:
Me
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