November 5

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Poetry: Letting Go

奥德萨

November 5, 2022


I hold on tightly like a child hanging on to a rope

knotted onto a tree branch - the friction offering some hope;

that maybe if i cling tightly, love will remain the same

that maybe if i keep holding on, I save myself from the blame.


Holding on means nothing to the one on the other side;

holding on brings nothing but suffering and pride.

Letting go is allowing trees to shoot up to the sky,

for stars to shine brightly without a clear reason why.


Letting go is placing palms together, closing our eyes in prayer,

kneeling to god almighty, releasing lanterns anywhere.

Letting go is breathing in fragrance from the dried, autumn leaves.

It is the blooming of buds till the season of Christmas eve.


I let go softly of the thick rope that charred my hands

welcoming the sensation of freedom, of knowing where I stand.

I walk slowly to the horizon starting at the sun rising before me,

Never have I felt this emancipation, never have I felt this free.


Written at Cong Ca Phe, Cau Giay, Hanoi, Vietnam. 

奥德萨(Odyssa

关于作者

奥德萨是一位来自菲律宾的作家。她是《像一个新太阳升起》的作者。关于爱情的诗集》。不在家里工作或写作的时候,她会出去遛狗。她喜欢旅行,练习瑜伽,沉迷于书籍和韩剧。对她来说,抽出时间进行日常练习或仪式是给自己最好的礼物。

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