Letting Go

You judge me. But you have no idea what I carry. How hard it is for me to close my eyes at night. The weight of the baggage I drag behind me. Its contents haunt me. They remind me of things. I am forever chained to the stories each item tells. Scarred by the strength of their grasp on me. A slave to the hold I find myself in. I've sat still many of moments staring at my escape. I know the way out. I've imagined life just over the ridge. A life beyond these things. These things that bring me sadness. It's promising, but I can't reach it. Because I won't let go. I can't. This is all I know. And it hurts me. Burns me. Yet soothes me and comforts me. You'll never understand this bond we have. Me and these demons. They've ruined me and have made me everything I am. They've taught me everything I know. I am nothing without these things. These painful, hurtful, invaluable things. So I carry them with me. And I don't let go.