Thoughts on my 21 y.o brother

letting go is the easiest thing in the world.

it is holding on that demands
blood and sweat and tears.

it is holding on that demands
survival of the fittest. demands commitment
and communication.

letting go is easy

when you have nothing to lose
and nothing to gain.

letting go is the easiest thing
when you’re 21 and learning
to walk on fledgling legs —
with a dominance that screams,

I am here. I have arrived.

With nothing to hold you back.

The real lessons come later.
When 21 passes
and your bones have splintered
and your muscles are sore.

The real lessons begin
when you learn that

letting go is easy

when there are people to catch you
and buy you out.


This poem first appeared on Medium, published by Poet’s Unlimited. I publish more both poetry and prose far more regularly here.

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