“let go” he said and trust in the hands that hold the ropes.

Overwhelmed by the edges of the land where lighthouses rule at dusk. I climbed the walls with a sheer determination to escape. I let go of all the dramas we’d created. On a cliff side they fell from me like boulders into the icy ocean, but the salt that stained my face stung with the numbness of bitter winds and the weight they carry. Just another drop in the engulfing tide. 
Calm comes, in the heat of the blazing fire, like a lovers fingertips alive with hope. As I let this wash over me the knots dissipate and every summit is in sight.