Free by Christina Knowles

Free (#2, Letting Go)


Letting go

I let myself be who I am

Wandering alone through a jungle

Of contradictory claims

The skeptic

Ye of little faith

Actually none

Bouncing from one fiction to another

Grasping at scrawny tree limbs

Too dry and brittle to hold the weight of inspection

Of critical scrutiny

I hung on too long

Even while twigs snapped at a touch

Letting go

I should have done it long ago

Free-falling, uninjured

Floating peacefully on the unknown

It’s never too soon to be free

At last, free to live

The reality, a genuine life

On undiscovered details

Letting go

Of the need to know


Free from the fairy tale

The false hope

Hope that meant nothing

More than an interesting dream

An afternoon of storytelling

An evening of Shakespeare

Both tragic and comedic

An epic battle between good and evil

Only to realize there is no difference

According to this dramatist

Letting go

And realizing the freedom

The relief

The ability to breathe deeply

Of the infinite, if only for a moment

A blip on the radar of the universe

A breath so pure and clean

I’d never miss the toxic perfume of lies

So I exhale completely

Letting go—Christina Knowles


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“Tossed” by Christina Knowles

Snagged from
Snagged from

On a blue-green marble

I wander without knowing

A fervent explorer

Observing this

And wondering about that

What is truth?

I’m a paper caught by the wind

Struggling to put my feet on the ground

To give chase

Rolling and tumbling ‘round each bend

Farther away, always

An inch or two out of reach

Always the truth

Tossed high by the wind

Of this conviction or that

I miss the meaning of here

Dipping low across

A viridian blue sphere

I never quite land

Before the need again

Rises up in me

Flinging me across

An alabaster sea

A desert of need that

Predates me

Just a spot on a blue-green marble—Christina Knowles (2014)

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