Letting Go/Life After Memories

Cling

I long, I cling
no more a good thing.
My fingers bruised
and heart abused
by memory’s torture.

Moving on,
old dreams gone,
paled in the light
of dawning bright
bringing soul’s release.

Taking a breath
to face the death
of hope and longing,
my idea of belonging
in a world so lost.

Free fall flight
in the darkest night,
weeping, wailing
desire assailing
all sense of reason.

Gently resting
love’s sweet nesting
safe and sound
upon hallowed ground
of new beginnings.

The freedom sweet
of knowing complete
my spirit strong-
it was all along,
in spite of my fears.

Moving with grace
with life’s wise pace
no death of my heart
in the land apart,
The power of
letting go.