Elizabeth Hipwell Poet Prose Poetry

Bound

All bound up.
Twisted and tied.
How do I unravel
	the nuances of the past.
What’s done is done.
That’s what they say.
Let go and move on.
Snap snap.
Do it now.
No dwelling.
How dare you have feelings.
Get over it.
She died two months ago.
Stop dwelling and isolating.
Get over it.
Snap snap.
Do it now.
No dwelling.
Feelings are feelings.
What good do they do?
They help process 
	and grieve what is done.
They help you move on,
	unburdened by the tug of the past.
No snap snap.
No do it now.
Dwell as long as you need to
	until you finally let go.
You know what it’s like
	to be unburdened
	to be light.

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