I have to let go

It slips through my fingers like a feather in the wind. The more I hold it the more it kills me. It scrapes at my heart like a provoked cat. As soon as it escapes my grip it stops. It glares at me with eyes of mischievous deceit. Making all that harder to let go,I stare back with eyes of submission, pain, and grief. I start to fall. I fall and fall and fall until I become numb. I feel nothing.

I have let go.