Releasing the bird from my grasp

Entitled to the services that were paid for and a conclusion on the investment.

There will be people who believe that they do not owe anything to a person who invests in them.

Those people are wrong. Much may not be owed. Perchance a few words would suffice.

Although, the decisions may not allow compromise, to knowingly inflict conflict on a person that is sworn to be loved cannot be correct or true.

Though, it is claimed that "we" hurt the ones we love the most; there is no reason for such pain.

Timelessly, articles of frustration and pain filter through the light of day to impregnate thought with agony.

Suffer. Suffer alone. Torment the self over the weaknesses of self. Lose it all to the passing moment.

Can there be a message stronger than acceptance? Can there be a force more powerful than attitude?

Could there be anything more pointless than positivity at this moment?

There can be no growth if the current holds on for dear life.

There can be no moving forward if the will that necessitates the never ending leaps of faith dissipates.

Unbelievable amounts of pain dwell inside. Most of it foreign born & avoidable.

This sickness of absence and loss, abated by belief, returned in a torrent of spiritual tears.

Tears that never trailed the fleshy cheek. Tears that merely welled up inside, well contained precipitation.

Improving a signal of piercing pain. Embracing every inch of consciousness.

Shattering each planned kindred portrait before completion.

Deserting the fragments of hope and happily ever after.

Returning to emptiness...returning to a sacrificed state of being. Sadder and lonelier than original.

Nothing is eternal until it is eternal. Eternity has yet to pass.

This is why it is important to release the bird from a sturdy grasp.