The Art of Letting Go
Sometimes, holding on cuts deeper than release,
A wound unhealed, a love deceased.
Fingers grasping, knuckles white,
Clutching shadows in the night.
The weight of hope, the ache of dreams,
Silent screams in moonlit streams.
Yet in release, the heart may find,
A lighter breath, a peaceful mind.
Not all bonds are meant to stay,
Some are lessons on our way.
And though it burns, and though it stings,
Letting go can grow new wings.
How is this ?? ❤️