The Art of Letting Go

The Art of Letting Go

Arman Rashid 

I held on too long to shadows,

to memories that would not stay.

The weight of what was lost

pressed heavy on my chest.

I learned that grief cannot be fought,

it flows like a river, quietly persistent.

I let the tears fall where they may,

each one a small release of the past.

The things we love most can hurt,

yet their absence teaches more than presence.

I watched the wind carry leaves away,

and understood the beauty of surrender.

Time moves even when we resist,

and hearts heal slowly, quietly, unseen.

The voices of yesterday grow softer,

like echoes fading into the night.

I practiced kindness toward myself,

forgiving the self that clings too tightly.

The world does not pause for longing,

but I discovered peace in small steps.

Letting go is not forgetting,

it is choosing to live beyond the pain.

The sky stretches wide above,

and the earth waits for feet to move forward.

I leave behind the stones I carried,

the ones that cut my hands and heart.

Freedom is quiet, humble, patient,

growing stronger in the spaces between.

And when I finally release it all,

I feel my soul rise lighter than the wind.