I thought I was ready

I thought I was ready to let it go,
but not quite yet.
His artwork from one of the
mental facilities he visited.
First, it was the mask.
I thought to throw it away—
I think it’s in a box somewhere.
The leafy green drawing,
not sure what it is.
I cut out the white parts
and used it to decorate my board.
His Starry Night—
imitation of Vincent van Gogh.
It’s not perfect,
but he caught the essence.
That was his gift—
catching the essence of the moment.
I put it in the recycle then sat in my car.
I couldn't do it.
Sobbing, I pulled it back from it's end.
I thought I was ready to let it go,
but not quite yet.

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Poetry