It’s okay to let go
of every awful thing.
It won’t bother them, at all.
Holding on
to all of this pain and sadness
will never bring back
what you have lost.
It’s not like
we get points for
our self-destruction.
No one’s keeping score,
except you.
Human beings
are such
peculiar creatures.
Convinced,
convicted,
and consumed.
We weave such intricate
and beautiful
traps for ourselves,
when we think
we might escape.
Crafting
new and comely
reasons
to fall into
each of our mistakes.
Every good maze,
needs a monster.
Every pretty spider
has a web.
Don’t ask me
if I know the way;
I’m busy
crafting my own
in my head.
It’s okay
to let go
of that heavy load.
All that secret pain.
It never mattered,
any more
than a warning
telling us the way
to keep us sane.
We aren’t meant to linger
in our sorrows.
Don’t you have real problems, anyway?
HG – 2020
