Can you listen,
pay attention
to the distance
between
the desire of things
and the need
to be freed,

when you hear it,
and can bare it,
be enveloped,
but not drowned
by the lack of sound,

tell the story
in all of its
gory glory,
feeling a fraction
of your former reaction,
but not letting
past pains
rule your brain?

Your story will
end the same
way it began,
and you can sing,

“Once upon a time,
I gave up what was
once on my mind.”