Tear It Up

Sometimes,
Sometimes, you
Just need to forget.
Forget it all,
throw it all,
burn it
mash it
tear it apart
use your beautiful fingers
that flesh, bone
and rip it.
Hold it,
caress it and
then tear it.
Into
tiny
little
bits
and then,
blow.
Blow them away
with one breath,
far away,
from you,
from your life,
from that desperate hollow you call your soul.
Tear it into little bits.
And watch them flutter,
dancing a slow
waltz,
swaying from
side
to side
in that dreamy, blue wind.

All that fear
that angst, that anger
the desperation, regrets.
All of your hurt,
your pain,
sorrow,
That feeling
hollowing you
Like a dark sculptor
whisking away
those edges of you
those soft curves
and carving them
to his fleeting mind.
carving,
Whisking
Shaving
chipping
you off.
Tear them up
and watch them
hovering in that
cold listlessness
like soft sunflower pollen.

All that pain.
Let it away.

And breathe.

The cool wafts,
Smelling of hope.
Those little drops,
Like conversations of flowers.
Of shiny white daisies.
Like a harp,
a flute,
river of guitars,
violins,
cellos,
ukuleles
singing the same
harmony
of your life.
Listen to them.
And let those birds burst from you.
Open up
and let them flow.
Let them fly
Circling you,
Enveloping you.
And
Smile.
And
Breathe.