I was going through old poems that I could re-write and post here and found one on the list that was about me letting go of what someone was putting me through.
I tried to work it into something that made sense. No matter how hard I tried to twist the words into something that made sense, I couldn’t.
Then it hit me. Why I couldn’t do it.
I do not need to let it go. I am who I am because of where I was.
I can accept it without letting it go.