Let Go?? - Blog Posts

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Death taught me the art of allowing.

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Withered Flowers on your grave

Maybe it's time for me

to go on and let you go.

Maybe I'm just to blind,

maybe I don't want to know.

In the depths of my heart,

the crypt of my soul,

I try to keep you alive

but you're dead like a zombie.

You need to break sometimes, to grow even stronger.

You need to let go in life, to receive better things.

I hurt someone n yet I don't feel bad.

Why?

Maybe I m learning to let the toxic things go.

Don't stop if it hurts.

Hope I will feel alive one more day.🤞

I want to let go of a couple of things like of the idea of being anything of meeting the expectations I expect others to have Yet all I reached is the nothingness I called the vision of perfection and couldn't hold onto anyway  

You can’t make a home out of a person

and at the end, it’s all I wanted  to make you my home fill your body with my spirit fill my soul with your love to find me in your mirroring eyes I wanted to make a home out of you feel your presence next to mine breath your air which filled your lungs once and now fill mine

And still no matter how hard I tried  to make a home out of you to hold on to the idea of what we could be you were never mine you were never my home no matter how hard I tried because you can’t make a home out of a person

Allow yourself  to heal Your life is not dedicated to  suffering and pain You are allowed  to feel delighted You are allowed to love to be loved to be loved by yourself

Yesterday is history, tomorrow, a mystery. But today, a gift. That is why it is called the present-