Letting go.

Poems.

Letting Go

In the quiet dawn, before the sun

Has claimed the sky, I walk the path

Of old pine needles and scattered leaves,

A softness underfoot, a whispered release.

Here, in the shadowed forest,

I feel the weight lift,

The heavy stone of expectation

Finally giving way to earth.

Each tree, a sentinel of stillness,

Speaks in the language of patience,

Their branches, long and twisted,

Have learned the art of surrender.

I listen to the wind's gentle song,

A lullaby of acceptance,

And in this tender moment,

I understand the grace of letting go.

The river flows, unhurried,

Carrying with it the fallen leaves,

Each one a story, a farewell,

To the dreams that never bloomed.

I kneel beside the water,

Wash my hands in its cool clarity,

And watch as the current

Takes away my burdens.

In this place, I am small,

A mere breath in the vastness,

But in this smallness, I find peace,

A quiet embrace of all that is.

To give up is not to fail,

But to make space for what will come,

To honor the cycles of nature,

And trust the wisdom of the wild.

I rise, lighter now,

And walk back to the world,

Carrying with me the lesson

Of the forest's silent release.

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Parting Ways

In the soft twilight, where shadows

Merge with the evening light,

I find myself at the edge of us,

A line drawn by the setting sun.

We once stood here, side by side,

Our hands entwined like old oaks,

Rooted in the certainty of love,

Bending but never breaking.

But seasons change, as do we,

And the wind has whispered secrets

Of a path I must now follow alone,

A journey you cannot share.

I walk along the shore, where waves

Kiss the sand with tender farewells,

Each retreating tide a reminder

Of the ebb and flow of hearts.

We have loved with the fire of summer,

But autumn calls with a different voice,

A call to let go, to release

The grasp we hold on yesterday.

In the quiet of this moment,

I trace the lines of our story,

The laughter, the tears, the dreams,

Etched in the fabric of time.

I look into your eyes, searching

For the words to soften the blow,

But truth needs no adornment,

And silence speaks louder than sorrow.

With a breath, I step away,

Feeling the space between us grow,

A chasm filled with memories,

With love that once was whole.

Leaving is not an act of betrayal,

But a recognition of the journey's end,

A bow to the inevitable change

That life, with its wisdom, brings.

We part now, not as enemies,

But as travelers on different roads,

Grateful for the moments shared,

And hopeful for what lies ahead.

The stars begin to whisper their secrets,

And as I walk away, I carry you

In the quiet chambers of my heart,

A love that was, and always will be.

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The Final Path.

In the stillness of early morning,

When the world holds its breath,

I walk the winding path of life

Towards the embrace of death.

The trees, ancient and knowing,

Bow their heads in quiet reverence,

Their leaves a whispering chorus

Of all that has come before.

Here, in this sacred grove,

I feel the pulse of time slow,

Each heartbeat a testament

To the fragility of our days.

The river, steadfast in its journey,

Flows with a serene purpose,

Carrying stories of lives lived,

And lives yet to come.

I kneel beside the water’s edge,

Letting the coolness soothe my soul,

And in its depths, I see the reflection

Of all I’ve loved and lost.

Death is not an end, but a passage,

A return to the earth that cradled us,

To the stars that guided our way,

To the mystery that calls us home.

I rise and walk towards the horizon,

Where the sky meets the land,

And in that tender merging,

I find a peace beyond words.

The birds, in their morning song,

Sing not of sorrow, but of release,

Their melodies a reminder

That all things must transform.

With each step, I shed the weight

Of fear, of regret, of longing,

Embracing the lightness of being

That comes with surrender.

I know now that death is a part

Of the grand tapestry we weave,

A thread that binds us to eternity,

A whisper in the infinite symphony.

As the sun begins to rise,

Bathing the world in golden hues,

I welcome the gentle arrival

Of the final path I must walk.

In this moment, I am whole,

A part of the endless cycle,

A note in the everlasting song,

A soul returning to the stars.