Letting Go

Letting go.

I don’t know why I hold onto sadness like a souvenir, traveling back to places, memories, and people that should be a part of the pleasantries of the past.

I don’t know why I dance with the melancholy make believes of my mind. Maybe it’s the sorrow sway from a song that’s all too familiar?

I don’t know why I wear heavy baggage like a badge, parading my bruises around, awaiting the applause.

But I do know there will come a time when the souvenir is tucked away in its box, when the sway comes to a standstill, when the applause finally never comes.

But letting go of what’s familiar is another unknown.

It’s all too familiar,
and I forget how to let go.