I know I need to let it go.
It’s not even my grudge to hold on to,
not if I were completely honest.
But that doesn’t seem to stop me
from bearing the weight of its memory.
I feel rage when the cause presents itself,
over and over,
the glaring reminder pokes the sleeping bear,
the creature who surrendered in my mind,
but not in my heart.
My anger wants to lash out,
to right what is so wrong,
to make the waning memory remain present,
to rub that reflection in the face of the here and now.
But I need to let go.
What has been done,
will never be undone,
not if I had a thousand wishes
over a thousand lifetimes.
The higher road beckons,
and I will set my foot on that path of rising above.
But taking that road will not erase the memory,
it will not eradicate the anger,
nor will it quell the yearning for vengeance.
I may not be able
to let this sleeping dog lie,
but I know it is the right thing to do.
Sleep, errant dog,
and let those moments slowly fade.