Let Go of the Rope

On By Piano girl

I am standing in a field
holding tight to the
middle of a rope

A foolish attempt to
bring balance in an
unexpected tug-of-war

On my right, grief
grips the cord
with all its might

On my left, love
holds firm
Always fierce

Suddenly, I understand-
Neither one can let go
They are forever bound

Now I’m faced with a choice-

Allow the tug-of-war
to continue within me
or let go of the rope

Reach for images,
past and present,
patiently waiting in
the back of my mind

Watch, as grief and love
fall into each other,
simultaneously releasing
laughter and tears

I am lying in a field
having let go
of the rope-
Exhausted, grateful, content

9 thoughts on “Let Go of the Rope”

  2. This is absolutely beautiful, Kelley. Grief is a part of my life, always. And the beautiful conclusion at the end of your poem say it all:

    “Watch, as grief and love
    fall into each other,
    simultaneously releasing
    laughter and tears

    I am lying in a field
    having let go
    of the rope-
    Exhausted, grateful, content”

    So beautiful. It’s how I hold grief and love every day.

    Thank you for sharing your open and loving heart with us. ♥️🙏🏻💜

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