letting go

Breathing in, breathing out–
closing my eyes I peer into the dusty corners of my soul.
Bits and pieces of my weary past still cling there–
proof, I thought, of my survival–
how I always held on…
Now, as the light finally dances into these corners,
I can joyously see that holding on actually means
letting go.

V

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