This is my first post in quarantine here in the United States. It has been a huge time of adjustment and finding a “new normal” for this period in our history. I wish you all good health, and I pray that you and your families and friends are safe.
April is National Poetry Month! This began in 1996 from the Academy of American Poets to appreciate poetry and maybe even challenge us to write our own. I have a few poems on this side already: Knots, Grief, When I Say I Love You, and Most Importantly, Love.
Today’s poem was written by me on February 3, 2018. Even though I wrote it about two years ago, I still find myself struggling to let go of past memories or even people sometimes. Every day I have to make a choice of what I will keep with me, or what I need to open my grip and let go of.
Here is, “Sometimes Love Is Letting Go.”
Sometimes love is letting go I used to think that all love lasts That if it were true, it would never end, but always stay But now I see that love is not always a firm grip a tight hug or a promise of forever Sometimes the best way we can love is to let go Let go of the anger let go of the memories of what was let go of the ones who broke your heart set them free forgive. --l.m.s @thehonestpursuit thehonestpursuit.com