Letting Go
By skinner_jennifer
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Loathing to stand before a bonfire of lost memories,
choking tears back as I stare into merging flames;
so hard to let go, like watching an old friend wither
away...want to hold on to the warmth of those moments,
rational it might be to downsize – dispose of the past,
yet now I thirst for brown, aging sheets of musings
that wither on the breeze, some might consider them
unnecessary drivel, but which I have fond recollections,
twigs nudge and crack like weakening of old joints,
I gaze up to spy a plane canoodle with billowy clouds,
an azure sky plays hide and seek, reminding me of a
shroud that sits between myself and infinite space.
I remember words carved with love – only visible to
moon and stars; they were ours to find and decode,
but now I'm wondering! Did they survive, or would
they too have disappeared like my other keepsakes?
For just a moment sun appears casting afternoon shadows,
silhouettes taught me a lot about mystery – hands weaving
intricate shapes, patterns in faint glow of candlelight, where
forgotten webs cling to that integral part of who I am – now gone.
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Hard to part with 'souveneirs
Hard to part with 'souveneirs', though maybe it's good to really have to sometimes, but 'the integral part of you' isn't lost. Some things get hidden, or burnt, or lost, or obscured by shadows, but the memories are ingrained (and some which we'd rather forget). Rhiannon
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Letting go is important,
Letting go is important, vital if we're to maintain our sanity and not drown in a sea of memories. The trick is knowing what to let go, and what to keep. It's never easy.
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Shapes,silhouettes, changes,
Shapes,silhouettes, changes, what to keep and what to lose. I can relate to this, Jenny.
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