A22 Sometimes Poem by Bill Smith

Inspired by lines from Ari Anna Arena on this site



Sometimes you just have to let go
In those moments of need when your own company
Ceases to feed the hollow in your soul
The craving for anothers touch, for conversation
When you begin to sift through degrees of perfection
Knowing that sometimes
No matter how painful
Letting go is an option to be considered
Once considered acted upon
The consequences of which leaves you
Lining up the boxes
The ticks feather light, followed by
Crosses that carbon three pages deep
The pen hovers over grey areas
While the metronome in your mind swings backwards
To the fragile flower you left to grow alone
You question letting go
One by one extracting the roots of that flower
Left struggling to survive in your heart
Hoping against hope that time will fill the void
That quiet contemplation will make any decision right
Stumbling through a minefield of is it me?
Questioning every word, each act, remembering looks on faces
That did not match words spoken
Sometimes you have to let go of something precious
To survive yourself
Sometimes letting go becomes the only option
An option that leaves you adrift on the deep blue sea of maybe
Where things could have been different if only
If only bleeds into could have
Could have cries into should have
Should have faces the reality of did not
It’s then that you know
Sometimes you just have to let go
To survive yourself