Let go

the ache of releasing, and the fear of letting go

Every time I try to let go,
I end up holding on
A little tighter,
As if releasing my grip
Will bring me to realise
I am running from myself.
From my fears of being
Truly alone,
Of never feeling that spark,
That all consuming slow burn
Which made me feel like
Someone...

But the more I hold on,
The more I enchain myself,
Trap myself in this
Noose which I have created.
How long before I hang myself
From refusing to let go,
To setting myself free
To accepting that

The time has come..
The more I stay
The more it hurts.

The more it hurts
The more I...

Suffocate
Drown
Fall

But maybe if I let go,
The ropes that bind
Pull me up
Out of this spiral.
And when that happens
The fists I held so tight,
Clenched hands,
The wounds I have caused
Can heal
And I can
Let
Go
.