Poem: Letting Go of Pain

Letting Go of Pain

I held it close like a fading flame,
A whisper etched with sorrow’s name.
It burned so low, yet would not die—
A quiet ache beneath the sky.

It wore my voice, it stole my sleep,
It curled within me, dark and deep.
A shadow dancing on my wall,
A weight that wouldn’t let me fall.

But pain, I learned, is not a chain,
Nor some eternal, binding stain.
It’s just a ghost we try to feed,
A story told when hearts still bleed.

So gently, now, I breathe it out,
This silent scream, this buried doubt.
I let the past be what it was,
No need for blame, no need because.

Forgiveness, soft as morning dew,
Falls not just on the world—but you.
And in that light, so pale, so true,
I find the strength to start anew.

The wound may stay, a fading scar,
A sign of where the battles are.
But I no longer bear its cost—
What once was pain is now just loss.

And loss, though hard, can teach the soul
That letting go can make us whole.