The sadness that penetrates,
Steam rises from your skin.
Letting go
Of something,
Right in front of your face.
You reach out to
touch it,
But it’s no longer
The same.
As it once was,
To you,
By choice.
Bleeding out for too long
The clot has begun to form
The sticky
Gelatin like substance
Holing up
The bleeder
Holding on to
The ugliness it has become.
Your resistance grows old,
Rubber band snaps
Allowing
Life to rip through your body.
Not as it once did
With something ajar.
You still recognize your reflection,
But it has changed
Morphed
At your wavering beckon call
To let go.
DoRee MelNic 
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Thank you so much for thinking about me, I’m not sure I’ll have time to complete it, but I loved reading yours and others responses!!!
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I’d be glad if you respond.
But thanks for accepting. 💖💖💖
Have a blessed time. 💖💖💖
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I sometimes struggle with using this phrase because it has upset someone very close. She sometimes doesn’t have the emotional will to let certain things go.
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I think, sometimes, believing (or being made to believe) we should let go creates more angst than holding on in a positive way. Why should anyone let go of their beautiful memories? After all, that’s all some of us have. I think it’s the negative stuff that needs to be let go. Food for thought…
Thank you for sharing. I bet her emotional will is stronger than you think ❤️.
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