Do I stand a ghost of a chance at letting this go? I don’t know. I have held on so tightly for 15 years…my knuckles white, my palms red and ruddy. But I am willing. For the sake of peace, I am willing.
Who am I without this? I don’t know. I have worn these things like a housecoat…something to keep me safe, warm and hidden. But I am willing to shed it. For the sake of freedom, I am willing.
And the picture will change, but if the soundtrack is Love we can do it. We can face it all with a hug and a kiss goodbye. A goodbye that speaks of gone, but not forgotten. Never forgotten.
I am willing. Of course, the part of me that is unwilling must be seen, released, brought to light.
And I will. For the sake of Truth, I will.
I bring it all to be cast out into the sea of forgiveness. And turning back to look at my life, I hold on a little bit less. I cry a little bit more. Breathe that much more deeply. I let it out, let it go.
And I walk on. For the sake of Love, I walk on.