Let Go

There is a girl

next to me

who’s sinking.

I sit on a dock as she drowns

bubbles emitting from the

dark depths.

She is drowning in guilt.

Shame.

Another on the other side of the world

is the only one who remembers

aside from her.

Both have pain,

both are so, so sorry,

but one is the victim and one isn’t.

We don’t care for the bully. After all

one is scarred and the other not.

But aren’t they both?

Society has deemed the word

evil

to a struggler.

And she can’t swim because of it.

Because of the weight of the past she won’t drop

And the weight of the hurt she caused

she now drowns.

I know.

I know.

she’ll never swim

if she doesn’t let go.

Please.

Let Go.