I feel the burden of knowledge
The burden of love and dying hope
I feel the sorrow which I have clung to like a drug;
You know it's bad, but you're addicted,
And I cry
These tears are not like they were before,
No, this time it's different
It's like the first spring rain after a cold, sad winter;
It refreshes you, it cleans you
And I know that I'm letting go
I'm finally moving on,
He and the sorrow which have co-existed for so long
Can't hold me here anymore,
They can't have me,
I take one last, sad look at him and what could have been,
And what was that never should have happened,
And I let them go,
My past is now my past;
Nothing more,
I will move on and forget for once in my life,
I will breathe free air,
And for the first time,
I will live my life the way I always should have.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all have that final Rubicon to cross.