He said,

"Out of desperation, artists draw inspiration from their own stories in order to create art."

This struck me,

How many times have I written poems, addressed to people or things that have hurt me?

I have spoken about this before.
But, to me here is beauty in my pain.

Because it hurt; my words are beautiful.

So I refuse to let go of them.

I will not let go of them.
Looking back at them, I find it hard to let go of them.

But today, I started letting go of them.

This weird attachment to pain will no longer be aligned with my name.

So today, I start letting go of the words that record my pain.