The Letting Go
The letting go
comes in layers
of fighting, clinging
and holding tight.
There is misery in
the pressure that cracks
the shell
and anxiety in the feelings
of change.
What we don't know
what to do with
we allow to sit
on our skin
like ice,
paralyzing us in a nightmare
and locking us
in darkness.
We hold still, waiting
for the suffering to
smooth away.
We thrash numbly,
looking for a place to
direct the storm.
Wait a night, a day,
a year.
Wait to feel different and new.
Watch and listen to
the wind, the world.
Try your best to love.
And then one day
the winter ends
and you find yourself
sprawled in the sun.
So many layers
have lifted
and the anxiety
that became weariness
has settled into raw light.
R. Noelle
The letting go
comes in layers
of fighting, clinging
and holding tight.
There is misery in
the pressure that cracks
the shell
and anxiety in the feelings
of change.
What we don't know
what to do with
we allow to sit
on our skin
like ice,
paralyzing us in a nightmare
and locking us
in darkness.
We hold still, waiting
for the suffering to
smooth away.
We thrash numbly,
looking for a place to
direct the storm.
Wait a night, a day,
a year.
Wait to feel different and new.
Watch and listen to
the wind, the world.
Try your best to love.
And then one day
the winter ends
and you find yourself
sprawled in the sun.
So many layers
have lifted
and the anxiety
that became weariness
has settled into raw light.
R. Noelle
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