Within | The Art of Letting Go


A few simple, universal truths:

Love and let love.

Live and let live.

But if it becomes.

Live and let die?

For love?

You leave and let go.

With love.

Because living.

Should never feel hopeless.

And loving.

Should never feel helpless.

Because living.

And loving.

Should never involve.

Watching someone drown.

Love is both.

A verb and a noun.

Life is both.

A lost and a found.

And the only spark we need.

In life.

In love.

To fend off the dark.

Is right where it’s always been.

It lives.

It loves.

It waits.

Within.

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a. duncan, 2020


Lyrics:

I don’t even know myself at all
I thought I would be happy by now
The more I try to push it I realize
Gotta let go of control

Gotta let it happen
So let it happen

It’s just a spark
But it’s enough
To keep me going

And when it’s dark out
No one’s around
It keeps glowing

Every night I try my best to dream
Tomorrow makes it better
And I wake up to the cold reality
Not a thing has changed

And the salt in my wounds
Isn’t burning anymore than it used to
It’s not that I don’t feel the pain
It’s just I’m not afraid of hurting, anymore

And the blood in these veins
Isn’t pumping any less than it ever has
And that’s the hope I have
The only thing I know is keeping me alive

Alive


Video featured track: ‘Apparition’ by Jo Blankenburg

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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

29 thoughts on “Within | The Art of Letting Go

    1. …. Is that their actual slogan?! Damn. That’s definitely a little too intense for a license plate 😂 But in human relationships? Both platonic and otherwise? I think we all have a line (or perhaps lines) that, once crossed, represent a point of no return. A juncture when we need to close the door on someone who insists on destroying themselves.

      I’ve given myself so wholeheartedly in the past. To several people in acute distress. I did this in the hope that my love and loyalty might snatch them back from the brink. Spoiler alert: It didn’t.

      Needless to say that’s a soul crushing feeling and a perfect example of what happens when someone drowning grabs frantically onto someone else for leverage. Both get pulled under.

      So I have learned to become more mindful of lost causes. And I kind of hate that term because it’s so…. final and so callous on the surface.

      My bleeding heart *wants* to believe that each and every one of us is capable of accepting the help offered. It wants to believe that no one is ever truly lost. But I’ve experienced it too many times (from both sides) and sadly the ideology and the reality are rarely synonymous.

      This piece is a reminder of sorts, to myself. That it’s okay to walk away, lovingly, from someone (anyone) no matter how much I adore them – if they are pulling me down as they *choose* to drown.

      All that being said – I’m great Rob. My baby girl (5 year old) last her first tooth last night and I feel both sentimental and grateful. I hope you’re doing well, too. I think of you so often being out in this strange paused world. ♥️

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      1. The most tragic of the lost are the ones not aware of it, and consequently do not accept help. I’m glad you’re doing well. And if your stats are a tick up today, that’s me creeping older posts of yours. ❤

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      2. I would respectfully counter it’s the ones who *are* aware of the problem and continue with the same chaotic behavior that are the saddest.

        To me that represents a much greater offense.

        It’s one thing not to realize how your choices are hurting others so you end up missing out on the chance to heal. Of course that’s a terribly tragic situation.

        But it’s a whole different ball game when you *do* know you’re harming people and you continue in the same self destructive spiral. Either because you don’t want to stop or you can’t stop. But the can’t scenarios are exceedingly rare. Most of the time it’s “wont.”

        Frankly I’m tired of won’t disguised as can’t.

        I just can’t welcome or maintain to that kind of energy in my life anymore. It doesn’t make me a quitter or a deserter to say I love you but I can’t be a witness to your downfall any longer.

        Anyway – you are welcome to creep here as much as you like Rob. I so enjoy reading your reactions to my older poems! I was in different spaces and phases in some of them so it’s interesting to hear your thoughts on discovery. Xoxo

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      3. Yet, the ones who are aware, (and I’m speaking self destructive) and choose to continue are making a choice. Those who don’t know and continue seems to be more tragic to me. Then again, I interpreted as self destructive, and not to others, so I may have missed the overall point again. 😀 Off to creep some more!

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      4. You never miss a point despite saying you do. You simply see the point from a different angle. Usually up the skirt. LOL 🤣 but yes I agree with you. That is probably a bigger tragedy. The choice element sets them apart. But at the moment I’m much more hurt by a refusal (a choice) than I am an oblivious. So I’m momentarily biased as to which is worse. ♥️🦊

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  1. Listening to your incredible voice and words.

    I felt a sense of a documentary that you are creating for our planet and its people.
    A sense of hope, a sense of love, a purpose, a destiny for may to strive.

    Thank you and bless you for writing this beautiful gift. 🙂

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    1. This is one of the nicest compliments anyone has ever given me, Charlie. I mean that. A legacy…. a message for our planet and it’s people. I wasn’t doing that consciously but it feels incredible that my words might someday resonate with someone. Anyone. I am honored by this comment my friend. Bless you a thousand times today. You’ve made my heart overflow. Xoxo 🌱♥️📝

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