Letting Go

Clothed by a smile, naked through words A beginning, bound to no end Life, an observation to be captured Freedom sought, by a captive soul Autumn feels, so much like home. An unsteady commitment, a promise betrayed To return, an ideal that reality cannot accomodate Conflict borne, through a mind too heavy to decide An engagement of fulfilment, finding loneliness This hand tires, just as this page. The introduction of a pause, births stillness A fallen pen, awakening failure Incomplete pieces, consuming wholesomeness Momentum lost, a crutch to prevent continuity Wallowing again, time without purpose. Another day, another return to uncertainty Every attempt, shadowed by finality The joy that had been, anxiety's casualty Reminiscing of the old, forgoing the new Where release was apparent, cells confine. Not without hindrance, the last stains arrive To deny the inevitable, or embrace it's truth Slowed has the heart that paced, passion subdued Mismatched lines, chaos pervasive Letting go might be best, of a love without direction.