You would, I would

You would think, I would think...
that the preserved complete would be
a too strong reminder,
a doorway into total defeat.

You would think, I would think...
that each conscious and unconscious return might
bring me down
crashing to the ground.

You would hope, I would hope....
that the memories would be
a steady thread,
a piece with which I could remind my head...
of the light, of the "could be"s. 

But the unravelling,
the unburdening,
the knowing way I choose to say 
"let me be" has shown a greater beauty, 
a better way.