The extraordinary power of letting go

 Junk happiness will never guide you to real happiness,

my sweet child,

I wish I could show you the way so you don't have to suffer

my sweet child,

but then, how would you learn the lesson?

how would you become stronger and wiser?

I have been advised to let you waste your time and care

to let you walk the same path I did,

until you see with your own eyes, and you let go,

even if this will bring you pain.

Only a few people walk this path,

lose something they cherish,

it could be your hair,

that silky embellishment

that fills you with pride,

and it is fastly disappearing,

it is letting you go,

and you need to let it go too.

Some of us get allergies in middle age times,

that cause the hair to let go of us,

others have to choose between this or dying,

and chose to go to treatments and let go of the hair,

a small let go, instead of the bigger let go (of life).

They say "it is only hair", "it will grow back"

but it is part of you, of your identity,

it was part of you when every day 50 to 100 hairs

were leaving you, but you let those go.

My sweet child, I will hold your hand

all the way, but I shouldn't take the pain from you

because I won't be the person I am today,

without the pain I went through,

and I wouldn't let anyone take my future pain away 

and that would make me the better me,

if that would help others,

and I know you are a mirror of me,

so I have to let you go.

I will only slightly guide you,

to keep your kindness in times you can control,

to stay strong even when you are falling apart,

mentally and physically.

My junk happiness was the sweet food that caused me terrible pain,

was also the time I wasted in unworthy pursues,

but in the middle of constant losses,

I found the extraordinary power of letting go.

I am like a Kinder egg for you (You can get away with murder with those big blue eyes)

 You melted my black hard cocoon,

with your sweet treatments,

you are such a cute tycoon,

full of entrepreneurial comments.

You discovered the underlayers, the white side of me,

the bright side I do not expose to the light of day.

you didn't crack me

like if I was an easter egg in May.

You managed to open the almost impossible to open yellow container,

to discover the likewise difficult to assemble puzzle figurine

that is my strange persona and entertainer,

your wizard enchantress hands make it a no-brainer.

You use your strength and your technique

to melt my tough nods and relax my being,

you know the exact moment in my physique

where I am about to say the safe word for stopping,

and then you ease the pain, like if you were able to read my mind.

I was going to title this poem:

You can get away with murder with those big blue eyes,

but I imagine your smile when you see the new emblem

and making you laugh is my new hawkeye.

Buy, yes, you can get away with the weirdest conversations,

when your blue eyes smile at me,

they hug me soo deeply that we travel to other space stations

and keep me safe and free to be me.

Your blue eyes are my multiverse,

my ocean of peace and health

the place to freely share a verse

and to share our wealth.