Letting Go,

People protest

men argue

women clean

children wail

 

vast lands opening

shy grass peeping

decayed flowers rustling

stained corpses rotting

 

the sky’s alight

sun’s set deep

wails have died

conches have blared

 

veterans they’re piling

with bloods boiling

loud is the calling

of brethren crying

 

So, off to the rescue

mission’s not impossible

Heck, how hard can it be

to stand straight and shoot?

 

Man!

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

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For no sane reason, it just popped into my head: “Did he who made the lamb make thee?”. What an iconic piece of writing by Blake. When I thought of ‘letting go,’ a lot came to mind, but one thing was profound: letting go of innocence. Growing up, realizing the true face of the world. And that’s when Blake crossed my mind.

The Tyger is one of my favourite poems, it depicts a fierce beast so beautifully that I could see it in my mind’s eye when I read it. And then comes Blake’s question: how can the same power create both the ever so gentle lamb, and such a contrasting beast?

It just doesn’t make sense.

So much like the world. Growing up, the world never really made sense to me. There were all these confused and contrasting thoughts among people. No one really is sure of what’s right and what isn’t.

Outgrowing your innocence is the hardest phase of a person’s life. But it happens to us all, and once it does, it will pass.