The letters from the loved no longer seen,
Dignity, pride, a dream of better days to come:
Some things are meant for holding on to.
The words flung from a friend in hasty anger,
Worn out shoes, relationships grown cold,
Despair, self-hatred,nightmare fears:
Some things are meant for letting go.
The hawk takes flight, returns - no jesses hold him.
The child explores the world, but still seeks home.
Love has no fences, no conditions.
Some things we only hold by letting go.
Crossposted to artspark