Poetry

[Confused]

Why not, then, let go?

I wish to let go,
let go of everything that holds me in chains.
My trials and tribulations,
the seven lethal traits of my human condition,
the pain and the confusion.
But how do I let go?
The masters say let go.
The gods say let go.
Fellow brothers and sisters say let go.
Even I say let go.
But let go of what?
It is still a different thing in this world,
between my stomach aching in hunger,
and your stomach aching in hunger.
As long as we do not feel each other in pain and joy,
letting go will not be an path that one can easily enjoy.
The pain of others is discussion,
but when it strikes me, it is personally equivalent to unbearable dissolution.
Then how will I let go?
The grandly constructed reality of shadows,
seeks its dues without remorse.
Why O why, O Gods, do you use me like a battle horse?
I am self-conscious.
Please allow me to let me go of that,
for only then can I really let go.