Letting Go

The wind carries a whisper, a thread of what was, frayed at the edges, unraveling. Your hands ache to hold it, but it slips, like sand between your fingers— soft, fleeting, inevitable. The weight of memory sits heavy until you realize: it’s not the weight, but your grip. Loosen your hold. Feel the space open, where light, where breath, can finally enter. And when you release, the world stretches wide. The sky bends closer, the horizon hums, offering something new— not a replacement, but a quiet promise: you are still whole.