Holding a knife’s edge
it draws crimson droplets
that swiftly form a sea of red
It puddles beneath the hand
and still the grip tightens
Anger, Guilt, Passion, Hatred
Reasons to never let go
When memory fails
bitterness remains in its wake
The knife cuts only you though.
Or its dropped
and Relief is felt in a soft wave
washing over you
healing you from the reason
you couldn’t let go
The weight lifts and floats away
the chains unlocked
and you can soar higher now
as long as memory remains away
Pride and power come
from letting go
an invisible crown you wear
Succeeding, finally, at years’ long goal
But maybe memory still holds it.
Kember's Journey 