Writings to the Moon

Letting Go

I was going through
my old things today,
Papers,
Reports,
Drawings,
All of the typical things.
I stumbled upon an old poem book,
And read through it slowly.
Taking in all the emotions
from that time,
I read and re-read each stanza,
Every line delicately woven into a complex tapestry,
Every time you look something new draws your attention.
And each poem is a new
masterpiece to study.
For a while I welcomed the emotions and feelings of the past,
And when I was finished
I ripped out each page.
Instead of tucking them back into a box to sit in the back of my closet,
To gather dust and
contain those emotions,
I would set them free.
So as the sun set and the rest of the world came to rest,
I sat in my dim room and folded
Each and every paper carefully,
Gently, almost as if not to
damage the past.
When I was finished I sat back and admired the cluster of delicate,
Paper cranes that littered my floor.
Each was unique and beautiful,
Bits and pieces of words and stories
Tattooed over their fragile bodies.
And at dawn the next day,
I walked outside with a bundle of
Paper cranes held
carefully in my palms.
And as the wind swept up and whipped
My hair from my face,
I lifted my hands and watched as
My memories took to the wind.
I couldn't help but smile and
Watch as they faded into the deep blue
Of the morning sky,
And all felt utterly right.
I acknowledged my past,
I won't deny what happened,
But I also knew not to keep them
Tucked away and held close,
But rather to let the past go,
To let those memories take to the wind,
So you may feel as light
As those paper cranes fluttering away,
And not let these memories
Weigh you down.