Letting Go

I held on until my hands grew sore, gripping what was mine no more. Love had faded, the thread had thinned, yet I clung to where we’d once been. But peace whispers where pain won’t end, it teaches the heart how to bend. Letting go is not defeat it’s finding freedom in retreat. I set down the weight I used to bear, release the silence, the empty stare. The past was heavy, the future’s wide, I walk away with my soul untied. For endings bloom into something new, in losing you, I’m finding me too. Letting go is how I heal a broken heart, but a love that’s real.