Cannot grasp

I write things;
Messages, blogs, journals.
Because it documents
Emotion.
Feeling.
Thoughts.
But there’s something
That I cannot seem to grasp.
This metaphysical leash,
Attached to my heart.

That’s keeping me from

Enjoying things fully.
It’s a severed string,
Barely anything left.
That I try so hard to break,
Live.
Learn.
Forget.
But then I remember,
Why that string ever attached.
The things said,
The things done,
And it almost makes it worth,
All that has passed.
This is merely a sample,
Of my thoughts circling,
Through my heart and my head.
But I am left a rock,
With no room to trust.
Until this string is broken,
Or securely reattached.