Is it easy to let go? A question that echoes in my mind As I navigate the tumultuous waters Of relationships and connections I am a master of detachment A skill honed through years of practice I can walk away without a second thought Leaving behind memories and emotions But does that make it easy? To sever ties and move on To pretend that I am unaffected By the absence of their presence I tell myself it is for the best That letting go is a form of self-preservation But deep down I know the truth That it is a defense mechanism I am afraid of being vulnerable Of letting someone in Only to be hurt in the end So I push them away before they can do the same to me But in doing so, I deny myself The possibility of true connection Of experiencing love and joy In its purest form I wonder if I am making a mistake By closing myself off By refusing to let go of my fears And embrace the unknown But old habits die hard And I cling to my walls Afraid to let them crumble And expose myself to the pain I know deep down that letting go Is not easy for anyone It requires strength and courage To face the unknown with open arms So I continue to push people away To protect myself from hurt But deep down I long for connection For someone to break down my barriers Perhaps one day I will find the courage To let go of my fears And embrace the vulnerability That comes with true love But until then, I will continue To walk the path of detachment And wonder if it is truly easy To let go.

In a world full of darkness and despair, There is a beacon of light, beyond compare. He always thinks about others, selfless and kind, His pure heart and soul, a rare find. He takes every relationship with care, Never causing harm or spreading despair. He knows who is worthy of his love, Guiding them on the path from above. With words of wisdom and gentle touch, He heals the broken, hurting so much. His presence is calming, like a soothing balm, Bringing peace and comfort, like a healing salve. He listens with empathy and understanding, Patiently guiding, never demanding. He knows when to speak and when to be silent, In his presence, all worries are silent. He cherishes those who are true, Those who are loyal and deserving too. He knows who to walk with, hand in hand, On the safe and together road, they'll stand. His kindness knows no bounds, Spreading joy and love all around. He uplifts those who are down, Turning their frowns into crowns. His heart is a treasure, pure and true, Filled with love for me and you. He is a friend like no other, A true brother from another mother. In his eyes, we see a reflection of our soul, A mirror of our heart, making us whole. He brings out the best in us, In his presence, there's no need to fuss. He is a rare gem in a world so cold, A warm embrace in a hand to hold. We are grateful for his presence in our life, A guiding light in times of strife. So let us cherish him, for he is rare, A soul so pure, beyond compare. He always thinks about others, A true friend, like no other.

I don't live to write or write to live I write because I am alive so the ink flows perpetually. @ Copyright, Tolbert, M D., All rights reserved

Life is like a pressure cooker and when it presses you searing you what's in you comes out When life presses me a song arises a poem is born I sing about it I write about it I speak to it I release the pressure that presses me. @ Copyright, Tolbert, M D., All rights reserved

VOL. I You disguised yourself as an angel of light flitting around with smiles and joy words like sweet nectar dropping hope and light VOL. II. I see a crack in your wings the flitting has become more of an annoying thumping your countenance shows slightly darker once refreshing words are dripping sinister sarcasm as a sword drips blood from piercing VOL. III A hew of darkness invades the light you once exposed You no longer fly anger exudes your every movement your countenance is the color of death your words, the sound of death VOL. IV WHO ARE YOU? Fanged creature, with claws like a dragon Hell is your countenance your tongue destroys everything it touches Licking the flesh and sinew from the bones You have given yourself over consummated with evil and now you are no longer Sealed forever in your book of lies. @ Copyright, Tolbert, M D., All rights reserved