Letting Go
No, no… I don’t mean letting go of life. I mean letting go of the sludge and waste I’ve gathered while dredging through this life. Letting go of those unkind, who have turned their own burdens into weaponry; of those who have tightly guarded their own insecurity and turned it into life-devouring jealousy; of those who nurture resentment born of spite; of useless hate… theirs and mine… for I had hated them for their hate. But hate no longer reaches me and I no longer feel the tug to spar with it. What surrounds me now is only light. Whatever anger rises to flirt with me, I’ll not oblige. Goodbye traps, manipulations, and entanglements. I let you go.
-kara