Holding on to pieces of the past as if they're going to help me with my future.
Holding on to pieces of the past as if those pieces are safe for me.
They are not.
The pieces of the past that I was holding onto were dangerous and toxic for me to hold onto.
But it was all I knew.
So my hands became callused from my tight grip
Like a kid holding onto the monkey bars trying to beat their own record.
The bell has rung, everyone went back to class,
But there's the kid, still holding onto the monkey bars for no other reason than to prove a sense of accomplishment to themselves and then maybe go home and tell her parents who won't care
Holding onto pieces of the past even though it hurts to do so?
Why?
Let go
Let go of those pieces
Let go of people pleasing and religion
Open your hands and your heart
And allow yourself to fall into the unknown and the uncomfortable
There is safety to be found in the discomfort and in the unknown
Whatever you're looking for
It's found in letting go
What you're looking for is right in front of you
but you were looking beyond it
What I am looking for is right in front of me
But I was looking beyond it
I'm no longer holding onto pieces of my past,
I'm letting go of all of the pieces
They got too heavy for me to carry and they weren't my responsibility to hold in the first place
Holding onto pieces of the past is something I did in my past
I feel myself shifting and changing and growing
The more open I allow myself to be, the more I flow in peace and love.