Cracking

I claw, I clutch, and hold on to the past

while I try to release it as well.

I holler and cry and hope it won't last.

How do I DO this?

It's so hard to tell!

 

So I stop for a second,

take a breath, find my place...

hold my hands with each other,

rub my arms, touch my face.

 

I'm never as far from the truth as I fear,

like now, when my mind's out to sea

and at once, when I stop and remember what's dear,

it's suddenly all clear to me...

 

It's just about choosing,

not about right or wrong,

and it's easy to make peace with me

when love is my choice

and love is my goal,

and Love is the master, not me.

 

Then I find that the past doesn't matter at all,

that love is what made it to now.

So I sit in the present, so grateful, aware

that I always find balance, somehow.