Flying Shards.

I was holding it like a shard,
the piercing pain made it so hard,
to let go, to let loose, to forget,
to wash off the misery, the regret.

But then I decided I had to let go,
I couldn't let this pain flow,
through my life from beginning to end,
I had to end this never-ending trend.

So I burned, I cremated all that I could,
the ashes flew around me, leaving me for good.
I had never felt so lighter, so weightless before,
I felt so clean, so purged, so lively from the core.