I was thinking about the things I bury. The things I hold on to. Sometimes it is hard to let go.
Let Go
by Angela Josephine
I caught the moon
in a cold black flight
fire burned like a memory
read my palm like a sentry
told me that I’m holding
that I’m holding on
too tight…
I caught the moon
in a cold dark song
resin ached like my anger
lit my hand like a wager
said I’ve buried
that I’ve buried this
too long…
time to let go
time to let go
time to let go…