the past
it can cut like glass
why can’t i let go?
look at the beauty of a stained glass window
it’s so intriguing, how could you look away?
so i hold on and keep the pain another day
few things last forever,
so to love fearlessly is quite the endeavor
to be fearless is to surrender
and to see life’s splendor
so i vow to grow
and bit by bit, i can let go