Letting Go

For the longest time, 

I let it encapsulate me. 

 

Fear gripped me with its 

frozen, harsh, ugly hands. 

They were unrelenting.

 

I would tell you a story 

of suffering 

of  pain 

of endless fighting

 

but 

 

I would rather tell you 

how I let go--

 

It was 

sudden

It was

driving down a hill and 

taking your foot off the break 

It was 

darkness and then 

a radiating sunrise

It was

tight lungs but finally 

a deep breath

 

So suddenly, the release flooded in 

I hope that you can find this too.

This poem is about: 
Me
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