Letting Go.

Letting go. Letting go is something we all must do sooner or later, greater or lesser. The act of letting something go itself cannot be transferred to another. Even if a lover leaves you, and you forget their every nuance, there remains one final step in separation. The unmooring of ones heart cannot leave a rope dragging at the sea. There can be no invitation to return. You must lock the door, and throw away the key. And so here I am. letting go. Again. Although if I am truly honest with myself I’ve never truly let go of anything. I am a hot air balloon tied down to a thousand lonely moments.Today I face a particularly thick rope to cut. That of hope. That of possibility. That of the future. I must free my balloon to soar up into the present storm and become one large, ungainly teardrop, lost amongst the rain. But fear, I must not. For my final descent will also be my rapture, for as I fall into the rays of the sun, I will burst with the untamable freedom of vapor. And rise again.