Let go of the past—let it drift like a leaf,
Carried on winds through the branches of grief.
It whispered its stories, it sang its refrain,
But clinging too tightly just nurtures the pain.
The shadows it cast were once sharp and long,
But time has a way of softening wrong.
The echo that lingers is only a sound—
No weight in your hands, no chains to be found.
Regret is a fire that feeds on your sleep,
A thief in the silence, a wound running deep.
But morning still rises, unmarked by the night,
And each breath you take is a chance to make right.
So gather the lessons, release what won’t stay—
The tears that you cried, the words you won’t say.
The door to your future swings wide with the breeze,
Unlocked by forgiveness, and opened with ease.
Let go of the past—let it scatter like sand.
It’s not who you are, just where you began.
A new page awaits, clean, ready, and vast—
Step forward in peace. Let go of the past.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths to God. You have to find your own way,
Brenda Marie
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