Holding on or letting go?

The pain of the words you shot at me have pierced a bullet hole in me,
So deep, so primal I dare not to even touch the wound of thee.

'Holding on or letting go?' Is the only question my mind, now asks me.

Um, well. I retort-
Dear Mind,
It is not always so easy to do either of the two- holding on or letting go.
Both are two different notions, encompassing within them branched-off feelings.

So, I choose to do both-
I choose to hold onto the good times, mellow vibes, life lessons, simplicity, peace, contentment and excitement you armed me with.
And,
I also choose to be selfish, you see.
Because,
I choose to let go off;
I choose to let go off all those bullet holes my heart bears,
I choose to let go off all those tears I've shred when I was aloof- with no one near,
I choose to let go off all those days which were meant to be bloom and repair,
But on the contrary were all gloom and despair.

Holding on or letting go?
I chose both- for 'our' collective good you see,
I became selfish, but, now; see- I ain't more younger one of a fish!