Saturday, September 13, 2008

Letting Go

My slave chain is now a pile of paper clips.
I took the long box from under the bed.
My notebook I put in the file with your name on it.
I loved you.
I love you still.
But it's time to move on.

4 comments:

marianne said...

I'm glad you're allowing joy to find you again.

mamacrow said...

aw honey (((hugs)))
lots of 'em.

Elspeth said...

I hate the way the past clings, the people and places and memories and rules and everything you remember and the things you'd most like to forget but never will.

The clinging sucks. And so does the letting go.

{{hugs}}

oatmeal girl said...

marianne i had no choice about this joy finding me. but i'm not fighting it.

thanks for the hugs, mamacrow (and to everyone else who has sent them along the way.)

elspeth, i've only let go of one part of what i have with the philosopher. we had a long talk the other night, which is what gave me the strength and the love and the reassurance to let go. i was going to write about it but just haven't been able to yet.

i'm learning about holding things to myself for various reasons. some things shouldn't be shared... some things i can't bring myself to share... and some things aren't allowed to be shared.

but i feel at peace with the philosopher and happy with my new adventure. now there's just the election to worry about...