Dear Diary: Letting Go

Today I went to the plantation
To read
Pslams and Proverbs
For the last day approaches

I sat there with my glass of wine
Soaking it in
Honouring today
For tomorrow cannot be a continuation

Hours later I walked over to the book store
As always
Looking to see what I would find
Nothing this time, what despair

Philosophy, Poetry, Science
All now in the back corner
Replaced by self-help and manga
The world is moving away from here

I could give up, I could give in
But this was affirmation
I used to walk its aisles to build myself
From now on I live only to destroy it

The world is moving as you wish
Only when you stand still do you forget
Still waters are best worshipped
By the eyes of a labourer

It is time now
Not to go, but to change
If you don't understand why
You don't understand me

This too will change
My words' humble abode
They too now must toil
Digging beneath man's surface

No more resting here
Drinking jamaican rum
Trying to grow without scrutiny
And thus failing to grow

This blog is not a blog
Never was it
Nor shall it continue to pretend
It is a mere diary

Visit it from time to time
If you wish for a lens
To the ongoing subtext
Of actions you may have missed

Today I'm letting go
Of a lot of pain
And a lot of love
Given to me and by me

The hardest part of letting go
Is the letting
Most of it is already gone
So I close my eyes

To the man who wished to convince
Conjure, persuade and prove
Here in this abode
I will now only describe

So you have no questions to ask
If you see me
Here will be the things you don't know
Out there are the things I don't know

Thanks for reading
What once was a blog
Hope you enjoy
My subtle life's diary.