the good kind of sinking

It´s crazy
that I needed
a crisis
to remember
that I don´t want
to hate you
that I don´t have
to hate you
that it is
in my power
to leave the pain
of the past
back in these
fading memories
where it belongs
instead of
digging it out
and holding it
in front of my face
where it´s blurring my vision
every time
I see you

I don´t have to
fight you
because of it
I don´t have to
pass it onto you

I know I can´t win
this pain
this suffering
I can´t kill it
by confronting it
but what I can do
and what I will do
is let go

So that all this
will be nothing more
than a fading light
slowly sinking down
a bottomless lake
slowly being swallowed
by the darkness
slowly dying


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