letting go

letting go

like the trees
it is time for me
to let go
of the child
broken, haunted by old ghosts
lingering poison

to wake up
get over myself
dance naked
in the breeze
less green but open-hearted
wild, brilliant joy

to heal
the trees will show me
the way home
their secret
all must die a bit each day
to live…let go…breathe

~kat
I have grown quite sick of myself…the wallowing in past wrongs, unresolved issues, the self-loathing practice of sabotaging myself time and again because…what if? I’m sorry, if you know me well, for dragging you along with me through the muck. Enough already. Maybe it’s the tug of the looming new moon, but I’m over being a victim. This moment, right here, right now I am determined to be a tree. The dead leaves I’ve clung to for so long serve me no purpose but to stifle me from fully embracing the coming spring. New beginnings happen every season. But you have to let go to taste them! 

A trio of Shadormas 3/5/3/3/7/5 a la Magnetic Poetry Online (The Poet’s Kit).

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