A clean
break,
a fresh
start,
a new beginning,
means
leaving it all
behind.
It might be
hard,
to let it
go, since
there’s such
simple
nostalgia,
but it has
to be
released.
Or you’ll
never grow.
And never
really let go.
Or let them
go,
and let them
grow.
A fresh
start means something
was stale,
A new
beginning means
something old
ended,
with emotional
flotsam & jetsam
churning in
the wake.
You can only
watch it sink,
you can’t
dive in and save it
or collect
it or only pick the
parts you
want, it’s gone,
sinking to
the bottom, out
of reach. All
of it.
If you want
it clean,
then you
have to sterilize
it all. No
going back to
pick the
scab, or scrutinizing
where the
cord was cut.
You made the
choice.
You made the
rule.
It’s your
code.
You have to
live with it.
Again.
You can’t
have both,
the choice
and the
people. You made the
choice, now
stick with it
and give up
the people.
A clean
break is
only clean
if the broken
bone does
not damage the
surrounding
tissue or
tear through
the skin.
My skin was
torn,
my tissue
was damaged,
I did what
you asked,
I abide
your choice,
I don’t know
why you can’t.
Make it
clean,
or take considered
and
thoughtful care to
mend it.
This is your
life, dude.
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