Letting Go
"Innerpeace"
December 2003


Little being:-
you were.

Small angel
I'm sorry.

I held your heavy weight
pulling on the cord
that linked me to you

but it was me
I was holding together -
by severing the tie.

I CHOSE

My god - you were me.
I am damaged by my own hand.

I felt both grief
and loathing.

Later I wanted to look,
to hold you,
but my fear, my shame,
my grief sapped me.

I went looking for you
later
in my dreams
with a teaspoon
in the toilet.

The shock hummed in waves
in my ears
blocking the world from me.

When my hearing returned
one Namibian evening

I asked you to climb a star
so I could always see you there
(it's better than where I left you)

I've felt your presence

Being, protecting.
F
orgive me my sweet
all this human frailty.
I relied on you to help me.

And now, I fear letting go of your memory
like I feared
the dead shell of your body
attached to mine.

You
were
me..

If i let you go,
where will I find you?
where will I find me?


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