On Letting Go
By Malena Spar
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t hold
I suppose there must have been a time,
back when I delighted in bugs in the backyard
When I dirtied my fingers and squealed as flower buds bloomed
But the accident happened before development afforded me the privilege of recall
And since then it’s been like now,
3-year-old patterns running a 29-year-old life
The emotional excavation began a few years ago,
when something inside told me it was not normal to
flinch when the wheelchair caught a curb
What would you like to talk about today? She asks
for the thirtieth time, as I squint at the box of tissues
I’ve only just begun feeling comfortable using
I’m caught in the quicksand of my mind, I say
This is how it is when you face it, she replies
The threat, instead of subtly calling the shots
from a long-forgotten corner, now greets me
when I wake up each morning
Though I’m told it’s good and brave,
this work makes me want to run and hide
How can I relax when survival depends upon vigilance?
Yet, my partner tells me, the vigilance is suffocating,
undermining my make-believe safety
But how can I put down what I hold?
I carefully organized these experiences into multi-colored backpacks
so at least I have something pretty to look at
as I carry the contents of my prison
What does a body without anxiety feel like?
Is it still heavy?
There is so much weight I can’t tell
what is mine and what belongs to others
No one asked you to hold this much, he gently reminds me
He removes one of the backpacks
and puts it in the corner
It’ll be there tomorrow if you need to pick it up again,
but I hope you won’t
Maybe that’s what this process is,
taking off backpacks I’ve never considered okay to put down
Maybe, less preoccupied with the weight,
there would be space to pick up a flower or two
Room to plant other seeds that might nurture new patterns
Directing me back towards curiosity and wonder. Imagine what could grow.
Malena Spar has been exploring her mind and the world around her through meditation, psychotherapy, and dreamwork for over a decade. Born and raised in Northern California, she writes to digest her experiences through poetry and narrative non-fiction. Web: malenaspar.com. IG: @malenaspar.