Let Go, They Say

Let go, they say, like it’s a feather in the wind,

like it’s easy to forget where I’ve been.

Like my hands weren’t built to hold,

clutching echoes of stories untold.

Let go, they say, as if time rewinds,

as if memories fade on their own designs.

But roots run deep in the cracks of my soul,

and breaking free never felt whole.

Let go, they say, with voices light,

but they don’t see my endless fight

the weight of love, the ache of loss,

the quiet wars, the heavy cost.

Yet maybe letting go is not release,

but learning to carry things with peace.

Not a fall, not a farewell,

but a whisper saying all is well.