A long draw of breath
and an exhale.
More a heavy sigh
than breathing.
I see you over there,
worrying yourself
under a burden
of your own selection.
This is always tough to watch.
A person pinned down
with nails they drove in
to claim a position.
But now,
they are stuck.
Unable to remove that nail,
or saw off the limb,
and the tide is rising
all around them.
Why do we make our selves suffer so?
Why do we grip our guilt
like a boat in angry seas?
Unable to set ourselves free.
Why do we hold on
to who we were?
He’s no longer him,
She’s no longer her.
Even the mountains change
with the shift of the Earth,
and the wind and the rain.
Only human beings
cling to pain.
Everything else moves on.
I see you there,
at the end.
Your guilt is your friend.
Your excuse,
and your defense,
against the world.
Such pitiful things
we become
when we can’t let go
of the lodestone.
We drag all our sins around
like the define us,
when all they do
is hold us down.
The tide is rising.
Will you let it go
before you drown?
DJR – 2020
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