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.