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

 

 

 

Comments
16 Responses to “Letting Go”
  1. You wrote this with me in mind, didn’t you? It is an accurate portrait of me, after all! ❀ you!

    • Brad Osborne says:

      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!

  2. Reblogged this on Ramblings and Ruminations and commented:
    I’m sure it wasn’t intentional, but this poem passionately fits who I see myself to be at my core. Enjoy!

  3. Alan says:

    Letting go of the past is important. A well-expressed poem.

  4. kristianw84 says:

    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!

    • Brad Osborne says:

      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! ❀

  5. 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 😊 πŸ‘Œ

  6. Marti says:

    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.

    • Brad Osborne says:

      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!

  7. Jim Borden says:

    wonderful way to express how difficult it is to let go, but also providing a reason to do so…

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