Letting Go
She holds onto the pain like it’s a gift
A repeated sad and sullen refrain
Her joy on a blackened sea now adrift
The hurtful words echo inside her brain
When her eyes close, she still sees the faces
The home for eyes filled once with so much love
Now on them she cannot find the traces
Of what she thought was sent from up above
Where is the hope that scarred heart will mend
Is it unseen in the clouds of despair
Wasted is all the time that she can spend
Continuing to breathe in poisoned air
The wrongs worn like a proud badge of honor
So others will know just how hard she tried
But the darkness that they cast upon her
Stifles her from seeing the other side
Let go of these old wounds, let them be past
Let light break through on her darkest of days
She must know what she feels will never last
Her worth is not found in what someone says
Pack her woes in a sturdy wooden chest
Set them adrift on that blackened sea
Call her joy ashore so she can find rest
And become the person she used to be
Each sorrow is like a small chirping bird
Their song the unkind remaining echo
And if she hopes for something different heard
That symphony starts with her letting go
commonsensiblyspeaking 
You wrote this with me in mind, didn’t you? It is an accurate portrait of me, after all! ❤ you!
I must confess it is likely a conglomeration of quite a few people, though the feminine gender was not an accident. If you see even a small part of yourself in my words, then I can rest knowing that the poem is worthy of consumption. It is all any writer can hope for. I thank you for sharing this on your site, and you know I love you with all my heart!
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I’m sure it wasn’t intentional, but this poem passionately fits who I see myself to be at my core. Enjoy!
Letting go of the past is important. A well-expressed poem.
Thank you, Alan!
Oh, I cannot stop crying. This really resonated with me, Brad! It was as though you saw straight through me and wrote the words written on my heart. ❤ I love when that happens!! Beautifully done, my friend!
I am made happy that my words touched you so profoundly, and made sad to think of tears in your eyes. I greatly appreciate your kind support and cherish your friendship! I am glad this resonated with you and hope that it also brings you some comfort! ❤
It does. They were good tears, I won’t say happy tears per se, but tears of release. I feel a weight has been lifted, so thanks for that!
This such beautifully crafted. The description of sadness and letting go is such a transtion as one reads the poem. I love the last paragraph, the one with the sorrow relating to chirping birds. Wonderfully written Brad 😊 👌
Thank you, Vinayak! You always wonder how something will connect with readers. Your support and comments help me to understand when something works. I appreciate you! 😁
Always my dear friend, I am your ardent fan forever
Wow! This was me and is me, as I continue to try to evolve. A very good reminder that I must “let it go”. If I keep letting it go, it will eventually drift out to sea with the rest of my refuse.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Marti! And thanks for reminding us that ‘letting go’ is not a singular act. Each time something arises, you must again let it go. Holding on to it was well-practiced, and you may have to work just as hard to let it go. But continued efforts will have you watching it sail into the sunset soon enough!
wonderful way to express how difficult it is to let go, but also providing a reason to do so…
Thank you, Jim! It appears this one struck a chord with a few readers.
Lovely