Let Go

It is anywhere, anytime
No specific rhyme
Her familiar frail voice
Once beckoning, now chiding
“leave me alone. You don’t need me anymore.
Bury me and all what makes you stumble.”
For a moment I see her clear
She is weight I have carried
She is stagnant water with no inlet nor outlet
A season long passed
I am no longer her
I have shed her skin
Two coats I cannot wear
Another has made me new

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