r e l e a s e
stream of consciousness
h e a v i n e s s
embedded
d e e p
into my
b o n e s
i t s
presence
went
u n n o t i c e d
until
I
s t a r e d
into my
s o u l
I
tried to
p u r g e
i t
from
my
c o r e
to
u n t a n g l e
from
i t s
c l a s p
but the
s h a d o w
was a
part of
M e
wound
t i g h t l y
in
M y
g r a s p
I
wanted to
d e f e a t
it
but
I
was
a d d i c t e d
to
i t s
h o l d
what
w o u l d
I
do
w i t h o u t
i t
w i t h o u t
the
s t o r y
that
i t
t o l d
it
became
c l e a r
I
needed to
d e m o l i s h
the
c o n c e p t s
that
I
built
c o n s t r u c t e d
illusory
i d e o l o g y
started
t o p p l i n g
prefab
{I} d e n t i t i e s
began to
w i l t
I
s t r u g g l e d
in
r e l e a s e
but
i
k n e w
i
had to
e x p e l
it
to be
f r e e
i
loosened
my
g r i p
and
{s...l...o...w...l...y}
l e t
g o
as
h e a v i n e s s
~~~e v a p o r a t e d ~~~
out of
me
t o x i c
weight
that
I’d
been
c a r r y i n g
d i s s o l v e d
revealing
the
p o i s o n
it
had been
an
e x p a n s e
opened
in my
h e a r t
and
l o v e
began to
f i l t e r
in
that
p a r t
of
me
i' d
h e l d
so
t i g h t l y
took up
s p a c e
where
p e a c e
could
t h r i v e
l i g h t n e s s
flooded
every
f i b e r
and
i
finally
k n e w
the
p o w e r
of
R E L E A S I N G
to
t r u l y
b e
*a l i v e*
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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