Holding On, Letting Go

She once believed...

This life would hold.

Like hands that never let go,

Like promises that didn’t need

to be spoken twice.

She poured herself in quietly,

in a thousand unseen ways,

in patience,

in understanding,

in choosing “us”

even on days it felt heavy.

But some distances

don’t arrive all at once.

They grow slowly,

in the spaces

where words are withheld

and hearts learn to sit alone.

She tried,

more than anyone will ever know.

Tried to mend,

to wait,

to soften the edges

of something that kept slipping away.

And somewhere along the way,

she began to feel

the quiet ache

of losing herself.

Leaving was not sudden.

It was a tender,

aching decision,
One that came

after she had given

all she could.

She did not walk away

because she stopped caring.

She walked away

because she finally

started caring for herself.

Even now,

she carries both -

the grief of what was

and the gentle hope

of what can still be.

Sometimes the bravest kind of love,

is the one

which lets go

with compassion.