I thought I knew

what I needed for me.

I had it in a bag

that I kept carefully.

 

But I had mixed it all.

The good, the bad, everything.

I carried it all together

and it sure was tiring.

 

You see, it was a mixed bag

so to get rid of the bad

I had to let go of everything –

all that I had.

 

In order to find peace

I had to let it all go.

The whole big mixed bag

was wearing me out so.

 

I let it all go.

My grip I did release.

I let it all go.

In my search for some peace.

 

My hope now is

some of the good can be found

while all that negativity

is no longer around.

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