Poem: Letting Go Isn’t Easy

Letting Go Isn’t Easy

Letting go isn’t easy—how could it ever be?
When love once bloomed like springtime
Now clings like roots beneath a tree.
The air still holds your laughter,
The walls still speak your name,
And silence walks beside me
In rooms that feel the same.

Grief is not a moment—
It’s a season without end,
A shadow stitched to morning,
A ghost that calls me friend.
I wake and find the aching
Still folded in my chest,
Like letters never opened,
Like dreams, I laid to rest.

They say that time brings healing,
But time just makes it clear
How deep the loss has settled,
How far you are from here.
A chair remains unspoken,
A jacket still hung low,
And every little memory
Says, “You don’t have to go.”

But letting go, though heavy,
Is not the same as loss—
It’s learning how to carry
What can’t be borne across.
It’s walking with your absence
And still believing light
Can grow in broken gardens
And pierce the longest night.

So I will hold the sorrow,
Not fight it or pretend—
For grief, like love, is sacred.
And neither truly end.