Crashing tides on seas of devotion. Up a head a whirlpool of emotions.
The winds are high waters rough.
Oh my!
This whirlpool wants to swollow me up.
Chanting
"Come child, come now and see.
I will bring comfort, peace, and serenity."
"Release, let go, and come on to thee."

I am quite tired form the constent push and pull I thought to myself. Not once did I...
"Release and let go?" I heard my thought say as they left my lips.

The wind echoe back.
"Yes dear."
""Yes, yes that's it!"

Fragments of disappointment, guilt, rage, and shame.
Existential only by my stubbornness of loss and who to blame.
Wearing me down are the past pieces of life.
already lived them once, a terrible strife.

Buried deep within the abyss
the sweetest memories, utter bliss.
Letting go is not giving up,
it's giving in.
It's here you find serenity from the battle within.
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