I wish that it were easier to let go.
Ignoring the traumas of the past,
Letting the weights drop free of your shoulders,
And wafting up into the clear night sky.
I wish it was as easy as,
writing the event down on a piece of paper and burning it,
Or sending its descrption in a lantern,
and setting it free.
I wish that leaving the past behind was that easy.
Forgetting the events that still flash in front of your eyes and send you shivering, or sobbing.
Or pushing out the people in your life who have hurt you,
and just letting them fade off into the distance,
never to trouble your thoughts again.