Deep letting go. Sometimes it’s hard to handle.
Not because it hurts to let go, which it might,
but because we feel different afterwards.
Sometimes the difference feels like improvement. And ultimately it always is.
But sometimes the letting go leaves us separate. No longer caught up in the drama with everyone else.
I’m free of the drama for which I am forever grateful,
but where does it leave me?
How do I relate? Where do I fit in?
Do I care if I fit in?
Sometimes I suppose I do,
but often I don’t.
I’m not quite sure how to operate in the world.
It’s an awkward feeling, like a baby bird trying to fly for the very first time.
There’ll be freedom in the flying but initially it’s awkward.
It may also be a solitary journey.
I suppose it shouldn’t matter. The flying will be worth it.
