Let It Go Poem by Nicole Silvia

The need to grip to the things I love
only results in a tearful shove
I tell myself, absorb its essence... its precious juice
I beg God to leave it be, ' lets make a truce '

but it never fails...
time presses for things to change
what I once knew so well, will suddenly seem so strange

but real love is not that of capture and conquest
but of letting things go, until they come to rest
for how can you see the beauty held inside?
when you smother it? forcing it to hide?

with loss.. the piercing will slowly turn to a dull ache
the pain takes months or years to shake
but life is a journey, so nothing can stay
time is sacred, a gift given in days

I'll be grateful and cherish every second of bliss
every delicate flower, every passionate kiss

the things I hold so dear can't possibly stay
because all living things have their own role to play
for how can ones soul then turn to spirit
if brute mortality is never allowed near it?

a hatchling can never fly if bound to its nest
so let things go... let them lay to rest