Exhale, Release, And Am Free Poem by Jessy Liz

I flick the ashes and watch every worry float to the ground.

They whisper softly as they fall.. each bit of dimming ember and grey dust sputter a story.

They tell of past things.. of bitter tears and fitful nights in agony.

They fall almost like tears, slipping side to side as each makes its own path to the earth.

I sit in silence. I look out on the quiet, city night.

And I breathe in memories, exhaling each one, and flicking its remnants to the ground.

Out of sight, out of mind. Dead and gone, they are cremated by my own breath.

And from this, I determine their lifetime.

Each space of time dies when I say it will, no longer present to haunt me.

I breathe in memories, breathe them out, and watch them turn to dust.

And in this silent covenant, I am freed.

I sit and look out, as a great poet once did, surveying the damage.

Exhale, release, and am free.