How do I deal with letting go? 

How am able to release my hands, 

my fingers from all the things I have grasped? 

The amount of hands I’d need to hold everything I want 

I can, too heavy to hold. 

My own hands too heavy, 

tired from being closed for so long, 

grasping at things around me. 

Fingertips leaving indents in my palm, 

other’s hearts left with incisions

Manipulating the extent of damage I’ve caused, 

myself. 

Simultaneously lighting fires and putting out others

To let go means giving up, 

I’m filled with persistence or rather intemperance. 

My fingers touching all the doorknobs I’ve ever twisted open, 

but letting go as I close them is impossible, 

glued to everything I’ve created, 

the connections I’ve made, permanent

I’ve never left a mark, as I’ve never left

or its never left me.