there are things you can't change,
things that weigh too heavy
to carry anymore.
so you unclench your fists,
and let them slip,
each weight dropping softly.
there is freedom in the release,
in trusting that what is gone
was never meant to stay.
you let go not to forget,
but to give yourself room
to hold something better.
YOU ARE READING
becoming whole.
Poetry"over the years, i've gathered these thoughts, feelings, and fragments of myself-scribbled down in moments of clarity, pain, and hope. "becoming whole" is the result of that journey, a collection of poetry that grew alongside me as i learned to heal...
