Letting go of the Leash![]()
-*Hiii!! I don't write much poetry but I wanted to let this one escape my notes app teehee*-
My biggest fear
is my mind.
I keep it on a leash
wrapped tight around my fist
as if it were something feral,
something that might bolt at the sound of a memory.
I keep
losing my
grip.
The leash,
it slips.
It falls to the floor, into the mud
And in that split second
before I can snatch it back up
It has already started running.
It runs to the forbidden phrases.
The taboo confessions.
The words that bubble like soap in my mouth
The innocent memories that are now twisted,
calculating, guilt, vulnerability.
Now happiness feels archival.
And the worst part is not the sadness.
It’s the comparison.
Because every time my mind slips the leash,
I think back to old versions of myself.
I was free range.
I miss the happy girl that was kind,
optimistic.
Sometimes when my mind gets pretty far away,
And I am calling out to it.
I realize that there is really nothing I can do.
For just a moment,
I want to just let it run, throw the leash
away.
:)
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