letting go

I'm letting go.
Figuratively, and literally.

I'm letting this kid go out the door.
I'm letting him go wherever he wants.

I'm letting go of the responsibility.
Its not mine.

The powers that be have decided this kid isn't hands-on, meaning physical interventions aren't part of his treatment plan. So even though this twelve year old that looks like he's only nine years old and has a broken arm has no business wondering this neighborhood alone... I apparently have no business stopping him.

I'm letting go.
Trying to, anyways...