.
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.
.
.
HG – 2020