Release
Lay yourself down in the river
and let the rocks chip away
at your soul
and it will not be a sharp thing,
but a smooth stone.
And though you are smaller
and indistinguishable
from all the rocks lying in the riverbed,
you will no longer cut yourself at night
on a guilt-ridden soul,
on beratements and hatred
and the glass shard that is your conscience.
But without the pain,
and the disgust
and the doubt that keeps you up
long into the night,
who knows
if you’ll recognize
yourself
anymore.
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