let*ting go.

Originally posted on the sacred road:

there comes a time

when the grace of what was

is all

that can ever be.

a breadth of a moment

forever whispering

its empty promise upon the wind.

and yet,

fingertips bleed

as the heart yearns

to remain tethered

to the wholeness found in yesterdays.

the pain lingers

as the bitter taste of sorrow

lays palpable upon the tongue.

treasured dreams

permutate

into an endless nightmare of self flagellation.

anger and uncertainty

plague a once undoubtful mind;

as questions

forever left unanswered

burn

upon undulating tears.

joy drowns

in the bowls of self loathing

and regret

until living turns to mere existence.

the rip tide seems inescapable

until fractured fingers

collapse in agonizing pain.

and the world shifts

as the current pulls

on exhausted shoulders,

only to send you spiraling

with gasping breath to the surface.

the echo of grief still pangs

against a ripped and ragged heart
and…

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