.
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.
Have you?
Tragedy has become
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 only place you know,
even when it is
just re-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.
.
.
DJR – 2020
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