letting go

I spent too long holding together a life that had been built on deception. A rickety shack without solid footings, leaky and draughty. Not adequate to fully shut out the glare of truth, always lurking, threatening to undermine this feigned reality. The letting go at last such relief, and the kicking down of those flimsy walls, the paper tigers of fear. To feel the sun and wind and rain and glad to feel those things, in place of the dread that had trapped me there.