I wrote this poem in my journal at a time where I was desperately clinging to the pain in my life. I didn’t want to let go, I didn’t want to move on, but I knew the only way forward was to surrender. This poem is still something I come back to when I feel the pain start to creep back in.
The wind blows, leaves are falling
The sky is swirling
I pluck a leaf from the ground
It folds in my hand
I want to hold tight
It breaks apart in my grip
Pieces crumble, It reminds me of my heart
I hold tighter
Losing the pieces would mean surrender
I cannot keep the leaf in my grip, the pieces are slipping away.
Let go of the pieces
Pain begins to blow away
I was never meant to hold so tightly
Release and surrender
The pieces blow away,
My heart begins to heal and my hand opens wide.