We’re all
on a journey
to let go.
Who said
that the cat’s in the cradle
when my arm’s in a sling
with my head wrapped down
like four corners of a box
under the tree?
I can break a limb
but not my heart—
and God forbid my mind.
When flashbacks come to me
like scenes from a movie
and all I can think is,
“Was that me yesterday
or 7 years ago?”
Could it be both?
Could it be
that our “selves”
are continually packaged,
not perfectly with a bow
but pinned down like craft paper,
a collage of foam
on the edge of the wave
that must crash down
before we reach the shore?
August 7, 2014
Reaching Joy 
That’s a wonderful quote. Thanks for your feedback 🙂
This paints a perfect portrait – of all of us. This piece reminds me of a great quote by David Foster Wallace – “Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it”.