One of my characters in my novel is a poet and has gotten me into a poetry sort of mood. So here’s a poem for you. This is one of mine, not one of hers . . . although I guess technically hers are mine . . .
Letting go . . .
Of what is right, of what is wrong
Of what is normal, of what is planned
Letting go . . .
Of expectations and anticipations
Of familial plans and childhood hopes
Letting go . . .
Of what should have been, what will never be
Letting go . . .
Of regrets and
Letting go . . .
To learn from mistakes, to see the good
To grow stronger, to improve
Letting go . . .
To revel in the moment, to embrace the now
To forget past pains, to let the future worry about itself
Letting go . . .
To finally hold on