Letting go...
Or been let go of
I never understood the difficulties of choices,
For I have always been one to remind them that
“You made your choice, now live with it...”

That was until I made a request,
Little did I know it was a choice,
For in asking to live, I chose to leave...
In choosing to forgive, I forgot I would remember..
And thought I had let go.

Still I held on,
I held on to the memories,
I held on to the beliefs, the customs...
The rules, our rules...our house rules...

Today I sit with many broken,
Still I wonder if they still apply,
Well if they don’t, then why am I in tears...
If they don’t, why do I feel like I betrayed you...again

These are the thoughts we have when a good change comes but we still can’t let go of a sad past. For letting go might mean going against a promise made, yet holding on keeps you from living your life.
Stuck in the middle, where do I go?
A familiar past...
An unknown future...?
Time will tell, so they say...
But it might be too late to move either way...