The Serenity of Release

In the quiet of the evening glow,

A whisper brushes past my soul,

Echoes of a past, soft and low,

Where shadows linger, yet I feel whole.

Each moment held, a precious thread,

Weaving stories, dreams once bright,

Yet in their grasp, my spirit bled,

Yearning now for freedom's light.

I remember the storms, the struggles of yore,

The battles fought in silence, pain concealed,

But now I stand before that open door,

With courage swelling, my heart revealed.

No longer shall I bow in fear,

To fragments of what used to be,

The melody of peace rings clear,

Inviting me to finally breathe free.

I close my eyes, take a deep breath,

With every exhale, I shed the weight,

Releasing the chains, embracing the death,

Of sorrow's grip, I choose my fate.

Herein lies the beauty of letting go,

A dance of petals in the springtime air,

The freedom to wander, to ebb and flow,

To trust the journey, to dream without care.

For in the act of release, I find my song,

An anthem of hope, a promise to embrace,

The moments fleeting, yet oh-so-long,

That lead me to the spirit of grace.

Each dawn, a canvas, fresh and new,

A palette of colors, bright and alive,

With joy as the palette, I’ll paint my view,

Finding strength in the choice to thrive.

So here I stand, my heart wide open,

With every heartbeat, I’m free, I’m whole,

The chains of my past, now soft and broken,

In the serenity of release, I find my soul.