is only
a necessary Art
after one no longer fears
being let go of
first.
it is a strength
that cannot be manufactured
it is a strength
no one, not even I,
can teach....
and yet, you must learn.
it is forged through
desperation
still, it is a strength
one
stronger than yours
and in the end
it will be met
by someone,
or no one,
makes no difference which,
this strength will not budge,
knows not of compromise....
it is not a match
awaiting friction
it is not fire
inspired
to light
it is something else
something you know
knew
are reminded of
even now
it is something
to be forsaken
for as long
as you can afford to
while time, my friend,
is nobody’s friend
and faith
can only be returned
from whence
it was first sent.
go now.
3 comments:
Letting go-- yes- poem that rings a bell-- the letting go timber of the heart-- good stuff--
and here's to one year of Word of Mouth letting go--!
UFFFFFFFFFFFF.....and I can really understand it....
UFFFFFFFFFFFF.....and I can really understand it....
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