I’m a mess, let me go.
Not like something broken
thrown from a moving car,
not like a door slammed shut.
More like a tide
pulling back from the shore
to remember how to be water again.
I know the shape I make
when I’m steady.
This isn’t it.
My edges blur,
my thoughts knot,
my voice forgets which direction is outward.
So don’t hold me together
with questions,
with solutions,
with careful hands trying to arrange my pieces
into something easier to understand.
Just… loosen your grip.
Let me drift a little.
Let me be unfinished
without becoming a problem to solve.
I am not leaving you...
I am returning to the quiet place
where things come back into form
without being forced.
A storm doesn’t apologize
while it is still rain.
A river doesn’t explain
why it bends.
I’m a mess, let me go.
Not away.
Just inward.
I will come back
when my name feels like mine again.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 7:44 PM UTC
I’m a mess, let me go.
Not like something broken
thrown from a moving car,
not like a door slammed shut.
More like a tide
pulling back from the shore
to remember how to be water again.
I know the shape I make
when I’m steady.
This isn’t it.
My edges blur,
my thoughts knot,
my voice forgets which direction is outward.
So don’t hold me together
with questions,
with solutions,
with careful hands trying to arrange my pieces
into something easier to understand.
Just… loosen your grip.
Let me drift a little.
Let me be unfinished
without becoming a problem to solve.
I am not leaving you...
I am returning to the quiet place
where things come back into form
without being forced.
A storm doesn’t apologize
while it is still rain.
A river doesn’t explain
why it bends.
I’m a mess, let me go.
Not away.
Just inward.
I will come back
when my name feels like mine again.