Holding on and Letting Go
Invariably, our enemies will become more surreal,
flushed into our memories—consigned to how we feel.
Every niggling worry and each old friend who’s lost
added to dreadful feelings that leave us tempest-tossed.
Life seeks remuneration, be it justified or not,
and we pay with guilt for sorrows that we might have wrought.
Time renders us more docile but our guilts become much stronger,
until we decide that we can deal with them no longer.
Then life slips away with one long slide and then a gasp
as all that we’ve held onto is released from our tight grasp.