They tell me to let it go
but how can I do that
when it
has latched onto me
and made a home
in my silence

It has started
paying rent
and the fee
is rotting me
from the outside
in

It has started
to scar
and I wish to feel
at least
a little less
like the dog-eared page
of the book
you never finished

It has started
or should I say
continued
to leave me
empty of explanations
and full of hurt
and still
they tell me to let it go