Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse #190. Come join us!
Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows... ~William
Shakespeare
My soul is a parakeet that tries to fly
But my heart can be a cage
Gripping mightily to all I hold dear
But in the letting go I am weak
Like a lost man on a ledge
No longer able to stand
We lose many things in this life
And we carry each loss as we go
Like weary children crying to be picked up
We lift them upon our hip
Close and careful not to drop them
So I find that even in the letting go
I am still truly holding on.
