these pages are tattered and torn,
broken, and worn
tired from pain.
these words, are soft, and frail, and weak.
these bindings are giving up, and ready to release.
this cover is dusty and old, and ready to greet peace.
but all the chapters are precious gold.
and all the stories are treasures to unfold.
all the phrases are memories i've made
all the letters are knowledge i've gained.
Now this book has finally closed
and I suppose,
that all the love I ever felt
will melt
into those tattered pages.
and in this cover, the story will stay
until my mind forgets, or until I fade away.
but, this book will always be
the story that set me free.
The wind takes my heart, and it floats like a leaf.
Swimming in the breeze, I am set free.
In and out I breathe, as I wait for the pain.
I close my eyes to brace it, but it cannot be contained.
I am finally able to see
what holding on has done to me
it has been eating me alive,
and feeding my life with false pride.
I am hesitating,
but that is better than bleeding.
I am grieving,
but that is better than believing.
It has come down to this...
the slow release of control,
no longer will it swallow my soul,
but it's the looking back I will miss.
I can finally let you go.
after all this time.
after holding on so tight,
after giving up the fight.
I have finally let you go
as you drift away from me,
But somehow I will always be,
lost in the current of your sea.
