I give you permission to let go.
It’s okay
to release the baggage you carry.
Abandon the burden, but never the wisdom.
It’s okay
to let go of the shit your parents did or didn’t do,
the shit the church crammed down your throat,
the crap they taught in the classrooms.
You are free to emancipate yourself
from the bull your exes spewed.
They’re losers; they lost you, right?
Pile that shit up, light a match.
Let the flame be a funeral pyre.
Burn the past without forgetting
the lessons.
If you need to be forgiven, you are.
You’ve done your penance.
You don’t need permission.
© 2026 Bruno Talerico
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