Let it Go!

It’s okay to be angry !

Write about It.

Let It out.

Don’t bottle It up.

It doesn’t like It.

Treat It like a tea kettle.

Monitor Its heat.

Allow the steam to come out slowly until the heat becomes a hiss and a hiss a whistle, then a quiet hiss.

Let it go.

Sometimes It simmers.

Don’t stuff It with a sock, or beat It up with a rock.

Make friends with the angry one – the It.

Afterall, the angry one was once the kind one and the kind one was once the angry one. You see, they are one in the same. They were both an It.

Make peace with both.

Afterall, they’re both human.

It’s okay to be angry as long as peaceful resolutions evolve.

Let It go like the tea kettle – nice and slow.

Let It all go before the head falls to the pillow, before the feet touch the floor.

Let It go!

Let it Go! – Like the songbirds flying into the wind!
– Artist: Unknown

© Anita Adams 2019

Memory Balloon

Unpleasant as it may be, the memories of one’s past can be buried deep inside, and some-

  • thing
  • word
  • one
  • fragrance
  • experience

… can bring a memory to the present

to be healed

to be released …

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Imagine a balloon, red, blue, yellow or green.

Open the mind.

Place the memory inside.

Tie the memory balloon with string and knot.

Now, let it go! 

It does not serve me anymore, or anyone I know.

After all, it’s a memory balloon, and must be let go!

©Anita Adams 2018

Remembering a Death

dying feels like drowning

the body slows down

listening for the breath

listening to the heatrbeat

drenched in sweat

longing for oxygen

struggling silently to breathe

all the while there are those around them – praying, comforting, believing they are ready to let go, telling themselves that this is the way he or she would want to go

gurgling, heart pounding, seeking oxygen

here comes another shot of morephine

asking themselves while holding their breath is this when he/she will let go

is this really how he/she or I would really like to let go

a hole is inside of me – my breath is shallower than normal, I have to remember to breathe

she said she was ready

he never said so in those concrete words I’m ready to go

he blew kisses instead as we said goodnight.

©Anita Adams