Poem: Let go of it all – Reflective

Let go of the dream of that girl who was pretty

Let it drop from your lips like a sack of sand and grit

Let go of the hope that one day you won’t be busy

Let it sink from your hands to the river, far below

 

Let go of the heart that was beating in your throat

Let it drop back to your chest, back where it belongs

Let go of the need that burned in your soul

Let it fall to the ground like a stillborn foal

 

You can cry if you want

If it makes the pain better

You can cry tears that sting

As they track down your face

You can cry if you need it

If you know that you are broken

But know that I’m here

To lean on.

 

Let go of the fear that nothing really matters

Watch it tumble down and shatter

To a million glittering shards

 

Let go of the thoughts all boiling in your head

Let them sleep inside your mind

And pull me close instead

 

Let go of the pain inside

Let go of the hate

Let go of those silly things

That might still yet abate

 

Let go of all you’ve fought for

Let go of all you’ve bled for

Let go of everything

And hold

on

to me

 

 

And what am I now

But a reflection in your eye

A fire in your heart

A spark in your soul

 

What am I when you look at me

But a person I am not

A place you still remember

The blankets still

Hot

 

A bed all made with covers fine

And silken sheets deployed

A night

Not a person

That you shouldn’t have

Enjoyed.

 

I am just reflective

A shadow of myself

A shadow shining from you

In the darkness and the filth

Lurching to me from your bed

With hands outstretched in vain

You reach out just to grasp me

But close on air again

and again.

 

I duck out to the window,

Standing on the ledge

Staring down eight stories

At the glint

Of a mirror’s

edge.

 

 

——

©2012 Sam Oliver (Eris)

 

 

 

I got so many feels for you, Emily Dickinson. All the feels. All of them.

<3s,

Eris
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