I observe.
When it becomes too much, I release what I have observed.
I release what I have noticed.
I release what I have felt.
I release what I have heard.
I release what does not belong to me.
It is the only way I can genuinely remain free.
Thus, I must let it be.
For the branches of this tree are not for me.
I recognized I was the witness and not the participant.
✨✨✨ Thank you for taking a trip down my investigatory highway of learning to let go of what no longer serves the mind, illuminates the body, or uplifts the spirit. I write poems meant to jar away the scabs of doubt and disbelief. 💖💖💖
About the Creator
EYHCS
Poet by birth. Writer by craft. Artist by nature. I write poems, prose, short stories, fiction, and realism works of art dissecting the human condition and the resilience of the human mind. Many of my pieces are metaphoric stanzas.
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