Letting Go

I wish I could let go,
I wish that when my tears fell
They took my thoughts with them.
My brain keeps mistaking itself for my heart
And maybe that is why I let you go.
I wish that my thoughts did not 
Hurt my heart
And make it suffer more.
I wish that when I do cry I would not feel
On the edge of a hundred-foot cliff.
I wish that when hurtful words struck 
My mind would look away
And understand the other person.
I wish that I could just wish my troubles away
On falling stars passing by the planet.
I wish I could let go
And close my eyes in peace. 
 

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    on my bedroom dresser,
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    each flower once flourishing and loved--
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    and left to die in a dank closet. 
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    turn my swag on

    Live, Laugh, Love.
    The beautiful flowers of earth sprout from the seeded soil,
    The trees blow back and fourth with the rythem of the wind,
    the ocean swells into giant pool along the rock cliffs of life,