Let It Go: a poem By John McKinley Pride Jr
See this face it’s not mine; behind this all is where I hide.
Got to take it slow, run with the flow
Feel the clutch in my head and a hand of fear until I let it go.
Some rage in my eyes, but love in my heart this time is blind; just take it slow and let it go.
But what if I feel it?
Where do I go with this monkey on my back?
I can’t find it; the space or the place that my emotions want to hold so tight.
More space in my open place; this face is not mine. Got to take it slow and just let it all go.
By John M. Pride Jr