Only when I let you go, I healed.

Grief sat heavy in my chest,
a storm I couldn’t calm.
I carried love, I carried hurt,
too afraid to admit.

I told myself to just remember,
to keep the good and hide the rest.
But buried wounds don’t fade away-
they only weigh upon the breath.

You were kind, and you were lovely,
but I can’t deny the scars you left.
For so long, I held it silent,
losing myself in what came next.

Only when I let you go
did my mind begin to mend.
Not by force and not by running,
but by making peace within.

Healing is not just moving forward,
but letting all my truths exist.
I am not perfect, but I am worthy
of the life that still persists.

Now the weight is slowly lifting,
soft as petals on the wind.
I am healing, I am learning,
and I’m at peace with who I am.