Hold, Hold, Let Go

Holding a knife's edge

it draws crimson droplets

that swiftly form a sea of red

It puddles beneath the hand

and still the grip tightens

Anger, Guilt, Passion, Hatred

Reasons to never let go

When memory fails

bitterness remains in its wake

The knife cuts only you though.

Or its dropped

and Relief is felt in a swift wave

washing over you

healing you from the reason

you couldn't let go

The weight lifts and floats away

the chains unlocked

and you can soar higher now

as long as memory remains away

Pride and power come

from letting go

an invisible crown you wear

Succeeding, finally, at years' long goal

But maybe memory still holds it.