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.



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this will not define me- Tiffany Smiley