I know I have to let go,
to be able to let you in.
I know I have to cast out my regrets,
so I have room to regress,
into a place where I had not been punished,
simply for hoping and dreaming.
I know you are not the echo,
that I sing to myself to avoid,
I have to believe that things can be different,
opening up my arms,
heart and soul,
but they are all standing before me,
scrutinising my stupidity,
as I walk away from the safety of solitude.
Be careful with them.