The Light of Letting Go. {Poetry}

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Are there spaces inside your body that hold onto old tales?

 

Words fall stagnate,

pebbles tossed to the way side,

skipped across puddles,

as you change,

effortlessly it seems

for days pass into days

and, one afternoon

the wintry light angles across the room

exposing little pieces of dust

like the stuff in your mind

during writer’s block

it’s as if the dust collected into bricks

golden and heavy

weighing down your thoughts,

as you try

to throw them away

with new stories,

new songs

singing into your ears,

lyrics floating up inside your dusty brain,

cleansing the soul

for it’s not just there that you live,

for it’s not just in the neurons,

but in the touches

of fingers,

of toes,

of laughter

lingering in the soft light of winter

where you decide

to get up,

and let go of the stories

that held you back.

~Jessie Zanita

 

Poet’s Note:

Well, hello, there!

Where the hell have you been?

Um, I got lost.

So what does a writer do? Write free-flow poetry.

Write a new story.

As this old year fades into dust, what is the story that you’ll write in the upcoming year? 

Happy New Year to all of you!

~ Jessie

 

Jessie Zanita  ©  2018

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