My favourite line of any poem ever is from Emily Dickinson’s After Great Pain a Formal Feeling Comes, and the line is “First – Chill – then stupor – then the letting go –“. The reason why I’m writing about this is because I’m at “the letting go” stage for a lot of things that I’ve been holding on to this year. And it feels so good!
The Letting is filled with uncertainty
It’s future unimaginable
It’s path barely walkable
But it’s reward is one of joy
Of a weight being lifted off
Of a foul smell finally leaving the room
The letting go is me choosing me.
Thank you for reading.
