Letting Go.
Letting go meant gripping tighter than ever to hope.
Letting go meant not jumping off a cliff into icy waters although being chased by hyenas.
Letting go meant not taming other wolves, instead behaving like a lion.
It meant holding on to me for a change. It meant learning to walk again without a hand in mine and a pair of legs following two steps behind.
It meant learning to love the silence after only knowing constant sound.
Letting go meant forgetting every framed moment and putting our book down.
It meant drinking hot tea even when you’re not around.
It meant even without your safety nets I’d learn to break down.
It meant crossing the busy roads in a big town, yes, without you around.
Letting go meant, it was my turn to walk without your guiding sound.
Letting go meant not jumping off a cliff into icy waters although being chased by hyenas.
Letting go meant not taming other wolves, instead behaving like a lion.
It meant holding on to me for a change. It meant learning to walk again without a hand in mine and a pair of legs following two steps behind.
It meant learning to love the silence after only knowing constant sound.
Letting go meant forgetting every framed moment and putting our book down.
It meant drinking hot tea even when you’re not around.
It meant even without your safety nets I’d learn to break down.
It meant crossing the busy roads in a big town, yes, without you around.
Letting go meant, it was my turn to walk without your guiding sound.
Well said. Life isn't about running from the rain , rather it's about learning to dance in it ��
ReplyDelete