Once upon a time I had this really sweet thing.
Well, it wasn’t really mine….only borrowed….
but I loved it anyway.
Afraid I would lose it, I kept my hand closed too tightly around it,
and it grew dark.
And I let that darkness spread…
until that sweet thing that I loved grew into something cold.
And the cold froze my hand shut…keeping my sweet thing from ever seeing the sun.
From time to time I would remember what it was that made the thing so sweet.
I would lift one finger and look…
and it would shine like it used to.
If only for a second.
But my hand was so used to the cold by then that I didn’t know how to let it go.
And let it breathe.
And let it become whatever it was meant to become.
To grow, or to fly away.
I’ve built a fire now,
and my hand is opening up….
to let that sweet thing shine…and go…
where it will
where it must.