I leave the room for goodness still to flow

My hand
is clenched –
gripped tightly
with the thoughts that
bind me to the past.
It’s packed with old assumptions
and regrets, and tightly holds
beliefs that bind
and limit life and lives,
by fears of being seen,
of shining.

I turn my hand around

and let them go.
And in that braver choice,
I leave the room
for goodness still to flow.

© Caroline Johnstone 2017