Let go

the constant need to blame myself

every item in the box at the end of my basement stairs

mom, I said to hide it

all the nicknames and inside jokes

this time of the year its really hard to fight it

the pictures all stashed in the back of my closet

that come out on the rarest of nights

hope that one day you will finally wake up

and decide wrong your rights

the voice in the back of my head

that tells me its because my personality is so different

although thats what you used to love

i need to let go of the future

so thought out and set

let go of the second guesses and harboring regret

let go of the sad wishful thinking that haunts me every day

all it does is break me down

and take my personality away

last but not least is the thing i still hold

none of this was part of the plan

the thing I need to let go of the most 

i need to let go of your hand.

Reviews

[Justin]

that was really great :) :) letting go is sometimes the best option :) :)

[Laur]

thanks! :)

[Justin]

your welcome, your poem speaks the truth