Letting Go

The pain cuts so deep
When you inhale you can't take a full breath
It's all so heavy

 It seems inescapable
Every word, every sound
Takes you back

 It seems as if you will drown in your own sorrow
Sorrow for what was
Sorrow for what it is
Sorrow for what it should have been

 Tears pour out from the depths of your being
Will this pain ever end?
Will things ever be normal?

 How long must I stay in this wasteland?

 It is such a dry and lonely place
Thoughts don't even seem to linger here

 You search for a lifeline for yourself
The only problem is they never tell you what to do when you are the lifeline for others

 Moment by moment is how you are functioning
Emotions hit you in waves
Knocking you to your knees

 After awhile you realize your only hope is found in letting go

 Letting go of the pain
Letting go of the past...even the present and future



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