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....