stop being a hero, i tell myself.
not everything is yours to save.
some things are meant to
be allowed to break.
if they leave, they were never
yours to keep.
it's hard to unlearn how to fight
for things you want.
history boasts of Julius
conquering Gaul,
our mothers tell us how
she fights everyday to stop
the walls holding the family
together from crumbling,
people preach how the gods
have integrated the world
with such finesse that
it's hard to tell one apart from the other.
everyone tells you how to hold on,
how to fight, how to stay put.
but no one teaches you when to do so.
there are no lessons that say
'this is when you must let go'.
there's a thin line between
letting go and holding on.
i might not see it right now,
but i will learn how to.
i will learn how to love myself
more than the things i try to save.
maybe then,
i could learn how to
let go.
Author's note:
This comes from the dilemma of choosing between letting go and holding on. I'm someone who finds it hard to let go. I keep holding on to things for so long, even when they deserve nothing of me. But lately, I'm learning how to let go, what to let go. I'm learning how to love myself enough to let go of things. I'm happy. :')
~ Sam.
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PoetrySitting under the rain, hoping to drown in things other than my thoughts. [ collection of poems, musings and more ] Also read 'Mixtape', under my profile. Cover by Simran, @SweetSimu #itsnotaphase Highest Ranking: #9 in POETRY as of 27/04/2018 (when...
