Thursday, March 31, 2005

Letting go

why do i not accept that
when something leaves my life
it is always for something new and fresh to enter.

like the freshness of the morning ocean breeze
after a warm,sultry night.

like the sight of a morning sun
gentle and soothing as it
rises behind the dank and dirty shanties.

like the beautiful crimson sun
as it dips into the sea
after a hard and tiring day.

like the soft sounds of the ocean waves
amidst the cacophony of noises

why cannot i let go and be free?

Written in not so lucid moments of mental disarray
March 2005

4 comments:

stan laurel said...

It is difficult to accept any change because it feel unsafe. I have a hard time believing that "it is always for something new and fresh to enter" until it has already happened.

You have some nice imagery here.

PoeticMermaid said...

Let go? I think you just did with this one.

Anonymous Poet said...

I think we have all felt that way at some point. It is comforting to hold on to the past. At least we know what that is. We don't however, know what the future will bring, even though it might be better.

reNUka said...

i keep trying to posses things... and unconsciously it dawns to me that letting go is the best thing that can happen to a wounded soul. and the worst part is that wound is caused only bcos we did not let it go...