The hand unclenches what it held too tight,
A fragile trust released into the air;
The heart exhales, surrendering the fight,
And finds a calm beyond the weight of care.
Though memories linger like a softened flame,
Their warmth remains without the grip of pain;
To let go is to breathe a brand-new name,
And walk where loss has opened room to gain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem