I am letting go of the past.
It feels like…
My old self is dispersing.
And there is sadness.
Grief.
And there is joy.
Love.
It’s all falling away.
And it’s a bit uncomfortable.
Feeling all these feelings.
All at once.
But it doesn’t feel bad.
Regardless.
Oh…
It all must die.
I’m emerging.
Slowly.
From this cocoon.
And there is beauty.
Dark places.
Now behind.
And there are tears.
Music.
Healing.
The letting go.
The becoming.
A release.
Laughter.
As the candle burns out…
This is goodbye.
I’m sorry.
Please forgive me.
Thank you.
I love you.
