It's time for me to leave.
When hands unclasp and palms turn bare,
And whispers meet the heavy air,
“I cannot help,” the sentence falls,
A quiet echo down the halls.
Is it a wall, or is it a gate?
A sign to pause, a cue to wait?
Or is it time to shift the tide,
To lay the heavy plea aside?
For roots may grip the stone too tight,
And moths burn out against the light,
And begging deserts for a stream
Will never wake a thirsty dream.
When walls rise up and doors are sealed,
The truest answers are revealed:
The path ahead is sharp and steep,
And promises you have to keep.
It is not defeat to turn and see
The vast horizon welcoming thee.
When human hands must let you go,
That’s when your own strong wings can grow.
Goodbye🌹
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- Comment from author about the poem: My poem aims to articulate the complexity of goodbyes, encouraging readers to see parting as an opportunity for growth and self-discovery rather than merely a loss. I invite reflection on the nature of attachment and the courage required to embrace change. Never trust anyone with your life but yourself.
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Comments5
Well written definitely trust yourself completely with your life. Nicely penned
This one’s a keeper!
Thank you
A powerful reflection on the courage to let go when help is no longer being offered.
thank you
You are welcome.
I really don't like saying goodbye to my loved ones; in the end, I'm left feeling incomplete without the love of those who nourished me with love.
In the end, we will all leave and say our goodbyes, but farewells are still sad because they are a loss... though goodbyes do make us mature, despite ourselves.
There's always another path to take, as you say—like the saying goes, when one door closes, another one might open.... What you wrote really made me think. Sending a hug¡
Thank you.
Quite Right. 'Hello' is also a door opening up. A good Write.
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