Bricks are Heavy

"I was the type of person, that held onto things too tight,
unable to release my grip, when it no longer felt right.
and although it gave me blisters, and my fingers would all ache,
I always thought that holding on was worth the pain it takes
I used to think in losing things, I would loose part of me too,
that slowly I'd become someone my heart no longer knew.
Then one day something happened,
I dropped what I once held dear,
my soul became much lighter, instead of filled with fear.
And it taught my heart that some things aren't meant to last so long,
They come to teach you lessons, and then continue on..
You don't have to cling to people who no longer make you smile
or do something you have come to hate
If it isn't worth your while.
That sometimes the thing you're fighting for isn't worth the cost
and not everything you ever lose is bound to be a loss...."
-My favourite human.

The girl that lives inside this poem, learned to let things go
she learned that carrying all those bricks, would only make her slow.
we tend to carry heavy things, that break and bruise our back
hating, judging, worry, guilt. that builds until we crack.
We go around with broken bodies, broken spirits broken minds...
but if we can learn what she has learned... its crazy what well find.