I let go,
to watch you fly,
and saw you fall.
I picked you up,
carried you,
you seemed so small.
Over, and over
I tried,
hoping for a change.
You just continued
travelling further,
farther out of range.
Yours is a journey
I cannot follow,
watched from afar.
Your luggage filled with
pain and sorrow,
striving for a star.
Temporary, the escape
where emotions flee
always to return.
With the dawn
they arrive anew,
searing, as they burn.
Drop them, my dear,
forgive as you release,
then let them go.
It is only then
you can learn to fly
and happiness know.
Unchain the shackles
that bind and chafe,
set yourself free.
For in the letting go
you’ll find,
who you were meant to be.
© Leslie C Dobson
If you liked this poem, you can find additional ones on the poetry page of Leslie’s website.