The Art Of Letting Go

Letting go is not forgetting,

But a sacred act of grace

Not a silence born of absence,

But a softer, wiser place.

It is not the loss of memory,

Nor the erasing of the past,

But the choosing to unburden

What was never meant to last.

We do not toss the moments

They remain, like distant stars,

Still shining in our sky of thought,

Though scattered, near or far.

It’s the untying of the heartstrings

From illusions we outgrew,

The shedding of old armor

To let the light shine through.

Like autumn’s golden falling,

We release with trembling grace,

What once clung like a shadow

Now drifts into sacred space.

Each leaf that leaves the branch behind

Is not afraid to fall

For in descent, there is becoming,

In the void, the call.

We must trust in seasons turning,

In the wisdom of decay,

For even silence hums with promise,

And endings clear the way.

Letting go is not a weakness,

But the strength to realign,

To say farewell with open hands,

And trust the grand design.

It’s finding peace in not knowing,

In the chapters still unread,

In dancing with the mystery

Of what lies just ahead.

It’s the art of soft surrender,

The alchemy of pain

Turning sorrow into solace,

Like sunshine after rain.

So let the wind untangle you,

From all you cannot hold

There’s freedom in release, my love,

And beauty in the bold.