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.