Release The Hold Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A shiny toy, a brand new car,
You clutch it tight, near and far.
You fear a scratch, a little dent,
Protecting it, Your time is spent.

And in your hand, it starts to bind,
A worry twisting in your mind.
You guard it close, you never rest,
A prisoner, no longer blessed.

That toy, that key, it owns you now,
Your happiness begins to bow.
For what you hoard, and can't let go,
Controls your heart, and plants the woe.

Your joy is lost, replaced by dread,
The freedom gone, the laughter fled.
It owns your thoughts, controls your day,
You're not in charge, in any way.

So open hands, let go and share,
Release the hold, and breathe the air.
For things you keep, and can't release,
Possess your soul, and steal your peace.

T.M.Solvang