About a woman who let go of something

I want to let go. I do. I want to let go of not letting go. I do.

I want to not be troubled, offended, reactive and bitter.

I do.

I want to want to toss all baggage around the sadness into the sea of old news.

I want to want that. I do.

What’s to hold onto? Pain? Anger? The force of a hundred scalding hurts?

What could possibly be in it for me to stay stuck?

Just when I think I have forgiven, some fresh new slight will send me back into the pool of drowning flailing darkness.

And I’d try again. I’d want to. I would.

Can you let go and then let go again?

Does it make sense to drop it only to have it dropped back into the lap of your conscience?

How far across the globe would I have to go to not be reminded?

I want to let go. I do. I want to let go of not letting go. I do.

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