The Blood & The Bones

It wasn’t mine so I let it go.

Everything is fluid now.

Everything flows.
This is growth.

This is healing.

Nothing I’ve ever finally let go of, escaped without the impression of my hands dug deep into its surface, my fingernails in its skin. And it took me awhile to realize, holding on to what wants to be let go of, hurts far more than the loss of it.