Let Go

Vices tight like a vise-grip

stuck in someone else’s reality.

His tragic heart

bleeding yesterday’s news

spinning wheels and chaos.

An orchestra in our minds

turning somber so much

more so than the next day

or than we admit

to ourselves.

Hidden behind open doors

with un-open-ended questions

leading down hallways so dark,

so resistant to change,

that we hold onto little

pieces slipping through

dormant fists, clenched,

unwilling to just let go.

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Let go, breathe in

and fucking let go.

That weight you carry,

it’s much too heavy.

Sigh your release.

Exhale her years of torment,

dear one,

you are released.

Accept my star-kissed glow

sweet and welcome,

like a million tiny embers

cleansing and healing

that hollow pit in your stomach.

Let it be full and take comfort

in your head upon my breast.

Kindred spirit we shall heal

anew

awakened and ready to

live love.