Shelter of my own

Since childhood,
my place for rest
my shelter,
at the very bottom
of that mountain.
Gratitude,
gratitude.
Still today, the boat upside down
hidden under branches
to bring me over
anytime I need
to hide.

Let go

How to let go
how to not go to the point
of never letting go
?
Can I ever help you
to let go
?
I know the answer
and I can never ask you
out loud.