the Substance of Letting Go


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The further away I get from the stagnation.

The more at ease I feel.

Yet, an inquiry begging me.

How far does the embattled flee.

 

There is nothing poetic to be said, about mid winter’s thaw.

The lurking of a musky past.

Pungent and raw.

 

Abandonment coming in lanky, sodden trials and tribulations.

Walks pardoning deliberate, devastation.

Renewed faith in the substance of letting go

and,

walking away.

A once in a lifetime decision to remain frozen…

would allow the dirty to decay.

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My thoughts crippled in the mud of old snow.

My stride enlightened

and,

free.

The further the distance between

the thaw

and,

me.

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