Letting go

Holding on requires someone to hold back

So long I have held you

Cumbrance

January snow collects debts 
over the bent elbows 
of old Sequoia 
until an arthritic snap! 
ruptures, all too-muchness
becomes nothing more…

What Now?

I pulled the release button

But nothing happened —

Shaking ‘Release’

Natural Bodily Response to Trauma (one-line poetry prompt)