I gave up on myself
Before I learned to let it go.
You ever chase a squirrel
Or an anxious puppy
Or a backyard butterfly darting
Just out of reach?
After a while it seems hopeless
You’ll never catch it
The fun doesn't last.
You end up frustrated, breathless.
Like chasing after a love
That's right in front of your face.
Everything I have
I really shouldn’t keep.
Like this little brown toad
Cupped between my palms.
When I show it a sliver of light
It doesn’t need to be told when to leap.
But you cant let all the things go.
Some stick, like scabs
That slough only when they’re ready.
The best is to learn to let things be.