release
when letting go
looked me square in the
face
the people
the signs
the heat
ready to escape this
place
treading fine line
between
giving in
and
giving up
so certain
more than half
had leaked out of my
cup
a handful of things
never had nor
owned
are all that are
missed
craved
a space more of
home
but letting go
of such grudges
so sure i must do
and look a bit
deeper
for that which holds
true
