
Letting go
of fear,
of doubt –
(again)
of what if,
what was,
and what is yet to be.
Letting go of all the
things
I’ve let grab hold of me.
(again)
Casting off the shackles
I’ve somehow bound myself within,
shedding and discarding
them like forgiven sin.
Once more, again –
the slate is cleansed
with freshly fallen tears,
of mourning,
rejoicing,
of hellos
and of goodbyes,
of memories and moments
falling from my eyes.
(again)
And lo, a new year dawns
when the last tear
is shed and wiped away,
another new beginning
ushers in a brand new day.
(again)
Crystal R. Cook

That’s lovely.
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Thank you 🙂
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Ohhh this is so beautiful. I love the repetition and the new mixed in together 🙂
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Thank you, sweet one . . .
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Pick up, put on, let go, shed – so it goes until the last letting go. Lovely – Thanks
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Until the last . . . yes.
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