Letting go appears Endless...
I blink for my eyes to see reality
it all becomes so Heartless
removed from a place I once belonged
it's not always so good to please when
it just takes me back to a time
to a place I no longer dwell
a time when I had to please to Survive
Letting go of it I must - and only because...now I have grown and I can re-frame the old facade into the new portrait of me.
See, that's me, in a different frame
It's called my survival portrait of life....