They grab, poke and tangle, these tricky vines; wound around essential organs ~ like the heart ~ with a chokehold.
They aren’t like the luggage that is just too weighty.
The luggage that you can simply put down.
Or even like the chattels you once cherished that you can gently kiss goodbye and set free like a paper boat on the reservoir at sunset.
I suppose that once you see them this way ~ with love and compassion ~ and acknowledge that they, too, are frightened creatures just trying to survive you can begin to find a way to co-exist and negotiate a safe journey together or acknowledge that one of you must relinquish lovingly to allow the other to go forward.
Which will it be?
In the end, it isn’t a battleground as much as a dance.
And this is where the beauty of letting go begins.