Sitting here. Looking at everything. I want to change
it all. As the thought sinks in. Strands of memory pour
through the relief. Sinking deep into marrow. I
blink once, twice, a few more times. Until the cobwebs recede.
Opening my awareness to my fist, tightly gripping
all I tried to let go. Maybe I got this wrong. Maybe I
gave too much here, and not enough there. Maybe
I should change it all. See where everything falls,
while I stand. Unclenching the very thing holding me here.
To find…something more breathable and light. Has it all changed?