Sometimes, it seems, when comes a thing,
so sharp and bitter does it sting,
we see nothing but to pick and dig
what once was small but grown so big
and eats its way into the soul
leaving there a gaping hole
till nothing will suffice to fill,
you pluck tenaciously until
with sweet relief
and little grief
you cast it to the wind and so
discover peace in letting go…..
Copyright words and photo
Music courtesy of South and thanks to my years of watching The OC.