I bore the weight of worry's hold,
Would gardens thrive, as stories told,
Would rivers find the path they're shown,
Would Earth's own dance remain its own?
Was I mistaken, or was I right,
Could I find solace in the light,
Forgiveness sought, a chance to mend,
Could I ascend and truly transcend?
Could melodies, once lost, arise,
Like sparrows' songs that touch the skies,
While I, uncertain and confined,
Sought answers for my troubled mind.
Yet, in the end, I glimpsed the truth,
That worry's grip was void and uncouth,
I cast it off, embraced the morn,
And sang anew, no longer torn.
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Author:
theunsettledbihari (
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- Comment from author about the poem: "Letting go" becomes a pivotal moment, leading to a newfound sense of liberation. As I step into the morning, they engage with life positively, expressed through singing. The poem captures the transformative power of freeing oneself from unnecessary anxieties and embracing the present moment with a lighter heart.
- Category: Forgiveness
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