I can't help but hold on...
Sometimes we search
for more answers
when really it might
not even matter
the answer is–
what it is–
just that, nothing further
I mean, no answer
can be even more
of an answer
than any explanation
Why do we look for more
more meaning?
Why isn’t it ever enough?
to accept silence
as an ending
& move on into
a new beginning
simply leaving behind
what was?
Instead of manipulating
our minds
our thoughts
to what could be?
could have been?
Why it all was?
Why it all happened,
the way it did...
it’s easy to say–
it was what it was,
is what it is,
but to live ...
that can be hard
The hardest truth
letting go
Other works by Mandy Leah...
Glossolalia...we all might appreciate talking in tongues...being a water-lapper ...a healer of wounds...a food conveyor....a register of tastes ...a texture sensor...and a wetequivelent of a dog's handshake...filled with the holy, holy fukcning spirit...y
Let’s get real... The strangers that look like brothers & sister on the end of the bar...
