Art Of Letting Go Poem by Myra Jefferson

When you let go it shouldn't be from exasperation or futility
You let go still maintaining hope for other possibilities
When you let go you know the reason
That it's the season
For harvesting
A bloom canot remain the same indefinitely,
left unattennnded it turns to seed
When you know that you must let go ignore the doubt
Release your hold, don't draw it out

Then when it's time to go
remind your heart, your soul, and your mind
to stay together and look out for one another
Tell them to hold hands and look both ways at each crossing
When its time to go, pull up your chin and smile at the new dawn
Let its warm breeze erase the wrinkles from your brow
When its time to go, march your eyes forward and never retreat
And if they weep let them only release tears of joy and hope
When its time to go, make sure that your hands are free and clean
And ready to open new doors
When it's time to go, wipe your feet, watch your step, and tie up your loose strings so that you won't trip
Turn out the light
close the door
square your shoulders
walk away
and let go.