~
There’s been this weight on my shoulder,
Like a strike system:
Every time I do something that
I tell myself is “wrong,”
I add to this invisible weight.
Now, as it’s becoming too heavy to bear,
I realize that the only thing I’ve done wrong is punish myself for being human.
And it’s time to stop.
Stop.
Maybe it’s time to rethink
my notion of “wrongs”
And believe in the idea that
it’s okay to be imperfect.
So with these words, I finally
relinquish this burden.
I will not hold on to futility and
self-inflicted pain.
I will not spend the rest of my years in hurting in needless guilt.
I am letting go...
And I will be okay.
~
A note, a letter, a reminder to myself to stop and be kinder, more flexible, and less harsh with myself.
