A Thought

      

Mood: Broken, unpieced, hurting

On letting go, I speak pierced by pain
Love wrote the times together we were 
Our childhood, made of days of laughter,
Is now a distant, ancient dream 
I don't want to unweave our ties
I can't sever the heart we shared
On letting go, I can say I know
My tears write the lyrics of this,
This strange new song I refuse to sing
Need I welcome a different life?
We've grown from similar roots
Rising above low ground to spring
We were delicate and new
Leaving our mark on the world around
Foreign language and domestic words
I know what it all means, speaks-
Pull apart our souls intensely united
No longer hold hands familiar 
Hands I knew as strong and caring
God, please rewrite my misfortunate
I am crying to an extent I'm scared of
On letting go, I hold tight and tighter
Who can force me to free my grip?
My weak hold is my war 
My battle against ideas broken
My arms will not know an evanescent will, A faded attempt to love
Bonds form are made of intangible,
Inscrutable knowing of souls
A phenomenon I've learned is mortal
Why? Why not change this simple notion into a law that states:
Winter's wait is summer's sunshine?
Letting go I know is a common foe
A poor excuse to loneliness