I can't let go easily even if I want to because I invested my time, feelings, and efforts. And I know, at some point it made me happy. But it broke me, and I need to stop thinking about my illusions because I thought it was something. I thought it would be forever.
What if I let go? Does that mean that I'm not brave enough? What if it's the other way around? What if I'm brave enough to accept that some things are not meant to stay?
Maybe there are some battles that are worth losing. And if it happens, maybe I'll still find my way back. I'll be able to find the beauty in letting go.
Maybe I need to walk away, trusting that there's so much more for me.
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Thoughts
PoetryI don't have a bone in my hand that supports me to write a poem. Yet, I love reading them along. Sometimes aloud in perfect solitude, with me, my thoughts, some silent melody whispering by my side and when am engrossed in the stillness of my thought...
