.

It never lets you go.

It’s you

that’s been holding on.

For so long,

so hard,

as if your life depends on it.

                                                                                                                                          .

Maybe it does,

because you’ve never known

any different.

Tragedy becomes

the currency

in which you traffic your misery.

                                                                                                                                          .

Didn’t you know

that you could let go

and walk away?

All your pain relieved

and you could dream

a new possibility.

                                                                                                                                          .

It’s easy to hide

inside the place you know,

even when that is

just living trauma

over and over again.

                                                                                                                                          .

What would you be

if you were not

a slave to your pain?

Broken by your shame?

A way still remains

out of this

tiny hell

that you’ve made for yourself.

                                                                                                                                          .

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HG – 2020