Severance Poem by Minka Vanijs

Severance

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Letting you go could be so
simple
like the wind carrying a balloon
released from a babe's hand in a moment of distraction.

My balloons are filled with silver,
their linings tarnished,
and heavy.
My hands clutch and release-
clutch and release.
I want them to be free
to be whisked into the western sky,
to stop them dragging behind me.

But my hands disobey,
the winds will not cooperate.
I give the order,
shout the direction for capture,
and yet the strings tangle in my hands, entrapped-
preventing flight
and ultimate release.

When will I learn that there are ingenious tools
like scissors
and knives
and razors?
Tools with sharp edges
swift and clean
unencumbered by emotion-
altogether rational.

Bring me a fresh blade.
Empower me with it's cool shiny surface.
Let me make each gentle slice,
Lovingly sever each tie, detach-
so that I may turn to face what lies
beneath
behind
before.

Give me something new to clutch.
Let it rise up
golden and light
stretching my body like a sapling
desperate for the sun.

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