Letting Go Again

Letting go again, I head North into the Big Time lonely and alone; Thankful that no-thing delights and only half in love with night I have learned to still this streaming mind, I feel love rise in my tears Gentle fireflies rising into night. In forgiveness born, scared to move, Father, I am breathing without breath, Holding, hushed down and silent to please, inner light pale neon and flat, How was I ever so restless and still? Even now he teases, unknowing the terrible fear, his fierce, ignorant wrath forced into my heart. Heading North into Big Time, gray with words and ways, Jumped into day. Note: Some emotional abuse in early childhood. Publishedf in my book, A Southern Line