Letting Go

It’s hard to let go of the ones you outgrow

because we wish we could hold onto more 

than just all the memories we know.

The nights we spent having fun quickly disappeared

like dew you saw on an early morning run.

I still know your favourite songs

the ones we sung at the tops of our lungs

but song’s get overplayed just like the memories in my brain.

It’s hard to let go of the words they hurl my way

as I’m walking past to drop my confidence in a grave made with clay.

The radiating glow that shone from my self-worth 

never stood a chance 6 feet under with dust and cob-webs blocking It’s rebirth.

This hedge-maze life with weeds as blocked paths

made me question if there was ever a right way for my dart.

These skyscraper high walls 

were filled with bad days 

and words that slowly trimmed my happiness away.

They don’t tell you this when you are young 

that you can’t hold onto everything 

or everyone.

Once the unrealistic dream stops replaying in your mind

you’ll realise that the only crazy thing was the fact that you were too kind.

People change and so do minds 

so why is it still so hard to face the truth 

that life was never bound to have a sweet tooth. 

No candy bars could fix this lace tied mess 

that had arisen from your need to hold everything together with a guess. 

I never knew that closing this chapter would be this hard 

it’s like looking out at freedom when you’re trapped behind prison bars.

Moving forwards is a must as this metal beginning to rust 

brings pressure to my heart that was once filled with lust.

The trick to holding on was to just simply let go

but letting go is hard when your heart and soul just don’t flow. 

Author's Note

first poem i've really written