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[aid] => mick
[title] => Letting it go
[time] => 2009-10-25 21:58:36
[hometext] => the ebb and flow of life........... trying to hold on but knowing there are times when you just need to let it all go........
[bodytext] => Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward. -- Author Unknown  Nature teaches me at times lessons that I forget. Being human we all fall victim to the game do we stay there? Or go on? I heard the wind come up in gales and gazed softly out the window. There was a flurry outside the door leaf and branch and pinecone. Even the birds took to sudden flight. The leafs decided it was their time to let go of that branch, that they had held onto since the first bright sunny light of spring. Now they are free, dancing and fluttering across the walks and dancing towards the skies. Colorful and bold they left their mark this fall. It made me sigh and I about started to cry as memories gathered round me. Some of the happy some of them sad others dark and gloomy. A little love A little hate A little resentment A little neglect Mixed in with lonely tossed with happy owning them all for a moment a mixture a storm gathering strength waves like the rain pouring through me. Then more wind snapping me back as onto the walkway a large branch passed making a snap as it rested to stay. Sometimes in life things always happen this way. Back to more thoughts and memories resting so near and dear others hard and torturing. Saying goodbye, or people just leaving. Death all around and the process of mourning. The times of wounded then mending again. Standing back up after taking a knock on the chin. It all comes round though the message is clear. Sage and true to heart specially at this time of year. I am but a leaf, the time comes to let go............  Note: That ghosts left in the closet for another day will most certain come round to haunt you maybe not tomorrow or today but they shall come like a shadow in the night, creep up behind you and give you a fright....... That being said, though we never forget certain people or times, the good,bad or ugly........ We must try to remember the best of each moment, picking and gleaning like the harvest, to find our souls release. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 231 [topic] => 43 [informant] => shelby [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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