"A time to hold on, A time to let go"
Holding on to the things that you can not change.
There is no place for the past in the future.
The past is our schoolmaster, either we are going to grow from it,
or die with it. The choice is yours......
Letting Go (The Past)
Shoulders heavy with an unwanted load,
Knees bent and wobbly unable to stand,
Letting the world leave me laying in the road.
Carrying around this pressure, in this barren land.
It's closing the door to the ones that care,
It's dragging me down a deep hole, the light grows dim,
Wearing it like a coat, not even my arms are bare.
It's choking me like a tire, I am the rim.
I built up a wall to close out the world,
I can not see out, no one can get in,
It's wrapped around my body, when I move, the tighter the curl.
It's draining my life, this self torture must end!
Not a time traveler, can't change the past,
Can't say I am sorry, the opportunity, the grave has taken,
Chances to change the course, have been put to rest.
My life has fallen into a deep sleep, time to be awaken.
No more, no more, you have taken all that I going to give,
Crawling out of this pit, life slipping away,
Open the lid of this tomb, I want to live.
You once chained me in darkness, now long for the day.
Unanswered knocks, time to open the doors,
Time to throw out this baggage that's been weighing me down,
Open up the curtains, rip out dry rotted floors.
Corners of mouth turned up that once wore a frown.
Mr. Past, you exhausted all my space, time for you to go, no room in my future,
I feel light as a feather, need room to run, find new joy,
No! I won't miss you either; the feeling is mutual.
Hey! I'm like a little kid, I found a new toy!
Now I can breathe, the wind is my friend,
That warm, bright smile on my face, Oh! that is the sun,
You can't even disguise yourself, memories of what you look like, your dramatic end.
Memories of what you feel like, that once divided me, now I am one.
Carrying around the years of baggage of things you are unable to change,
dying inside, unable to grow,
The beginning of living is knowing when to start accepting the past ,
….and just letting go!
