As the year of 2017 closes its doors for the opening of 2018’s, many would like to rid themselves of many aspects of this year that harmed them with toxicity. It is time to say goodbye, despite the uneasiness of that action. Saying goodbye requires a daily practice, hopefully, becoming a way to forget those past incidents.

I myself am saying goodbye to pieces that have to depart from me — people, a place and a year — although the interpretation identifies a singular person. This form is easier, at least for me. I need to write to someone in order to release pain.

Goodbye , 2017

The end is now.

I have decided that the best that could happen is

to terminate these conflictions.

All fabricated in this mind of mine.

I am split in repetition.

Told to either eliminate you from my life.

From the past, shared experiences.

Or, hold these memories vibrant.

Understanding that those events

belong to me.

I am allowed to access them without

a request of permission.

It allows my own authority

to push against the venomous words of people.

A thought that could please me

is also mortifying.

If I resurrect those memories.

I am,

yet again,

placed in a division between

fantasy and reality.

My mind will no longer be able to

distinguish those two worlds.

My mind will create life for a

nonexistent relationship.

Sure, it keeps the bond an ongoing one.

It also slowly erases my existence.

Whom I was as a child and the person

I wanted to grow into.

The aspirations of a lifetime have already

vanished.

If I don’t permit myself to

recreate those dreams.

I will soon have my soul

sucked out of this

aching body.

I would rather say goodbye to you,

than to myself.

Goodbye.