When I was younger I had a pair of pink jeans with a button that would never stay shut.
I would try and try to merge the button back together but it would always, always; come undone.
My four year old brain quickly realized that it was hopeless and I should give up, and learn to go with it.
From then on I left the button undone and let my shirt cover it; not fight with it, but to let it be.
This was an unforgettable lesson as it taught me to not get angry with the problems I may face. Not fight with them, nor get frustrated. But to find a solution that will accommodate everyone's happiness. Learn to go with it, or let it be. Always.
(In this case, it was a little four year old letting her little belly hang out.)
YOU ARE READING
Letting it out.
PoetryI've always been taught to hold in my feelings, but they're getting too much. So I'm letting it out.
