Suspended
between
d
i
v
i
n
g
in
and the overall catharsis
of finally letting go,
unsure which way to lean
because I’ve already done
both
(I think).
Either way I choose now,
it feels like
it could be
backwards.
I can’t place it,
but something doesn’t seem quite
done –
at least not entirely.
But maybe I also don’t need to
(re)surface
old ghosts
if they are meant to remain
buried
far
far
below.
Sometimes b u rro w ing
in the past
only digs up remnants
of what was always
supposed to be
released
to move forward.
There is
no way to stop
an impending storm.
There is also
no reason to dig up
decayed degradation,
a rotted coffin
again
and
again.
It’s a murky place to be.