The Art of Letting Go

Change never asks permission.

It arrives like a tide

pulling you under,

dragging pieces of the past you swore you’d keep.

I’ve been there,

holding tight to what hurt me,

mistaking survival for living,

thinking freedom was something given,

not something you take.

But there comes a day

when you stop asking

who you’re supposed to be

and start asking

what makes you feel alive.

And that question—

it changes everything.

So I let go.

Of the guilt that isn’t mine to carry,

of the voices that said I should stay small,

of the fear that kept my world too quiet.

I choose the unknown—

the open road,

the wild air,

the possibility that there is more.

And in the leaving, I find myself

unfolding, unafraid,

no longer waiting to be free.

I make my freedom.

I make my happiness.

And I will let myself unfold into the person I’ve always been.