Letting go — is something I need to practice.
Why should I hold on to things that cause me pain.
I stand here on fire, seeking no relief, engulfed in blistering agony..
I won’t allow myself to extinguish the flames licking at my skin.
In fear that I might be just imaging things.
I don’t cry out, I don’t say a word —
I watch as my skin melts,
beads of moister gathering in the corner of my eyes,
Rolling down my cheek, these tears give little alleviation.
I walk further into the fire, as proof to myself,
This isn’t bad, I’m just being sensitive.
Feb 19, 2025
Feb 19, 2025 at 7:35 PM UTC
Letting go — is something I need to practice.
Why should I hold on to things that cause me pain.
I stand here on fire, seeking no relief, engulfed in blistering agony..
I won’t allow myself to extinguish the flames licking at my skin.
In fear that I might be just imaging things.
I don’t cry out, I don’t say a word —
I watch as my skin melts,
beads of moister gathering in the corner of my eyes,
Rolling down my cheek, these tears give little alleviation.
I walk further into the fire, as proof to myself,
This isn’t bad, I’m just being sensitive.
