To open my hands, to loosen the hold,
A quiet ache, a story untold.
The weight of love, the wish to keep,
Yet love whispers, "Let them leap."
For freedom's call is fierce and clear,
And I hold them close while they draw near,
But love’s true face knows when to part,
Even if it shatters the strongest heart.
The pain of letting, deep and raw,
A silent scream, a quiet law,
That in release, we find the grace,
To let them wander, to leave this place.
So I watch them soar, unbound, untied,
With empty hands and silent pride,
For love is wide and love is deep,
And sometimes letting is the way we keep.
---
Letting go in love can often feel like loss, but in that loss, there’s a quiet strength and selflessness that lingers.
A quiet ache, a story untold.
The weight of love, the wish to keep,
Yet love whispers, "Let them leap."
For freedom's call is fierce and clear,
And I hold them close while they draw near,
But love’s true face knows when to part,
Even if it shatters the strongest heart.
The pain of letting, deep and raw,
A silent scream, a quiet law,
That in release, we find the grace,
To let them wander, to leave this place.
So I watch them soar, unbound, untied,
With empty hands and silent pride,
For love is wide and love is deep,
And sometimes letting is the way we keep.
---
Letting go in love can often feel like loss, but in that loss, there’s a quiet strength and selflessness that lingers.
