“What gives in letting go is so much better than what stays with holding on.”

Grief visits us all differently but at the core – it rots us a little.

You shine bright but not everyone can handle the light don’t dim down from the rebound.

My path to healing is only unto me I let it take me where I need to go.

My lips thirst for yours but they are desert dry our hostile environment has weathered our love.

Friendships made rejections laid follows stayed unfollows played saves surmount algorithm count Instagram disses and emoji kisses.

You sucked all my love and all of me through your hollow straw I wish I had known there was nothing on the other side.

We were – one. I was closer to you than anyone – ever. So tightly bound. You breathed for me and I lived in you.

As I unfolded my hand she took my palm her eyes narrowed on the heart line and I knew by the look in my eyes I would always be heartbroken.

I miss you but not as much as I regret leaving myself to be loved by you.

This is a poem about love its absence is merely an optical illusion.

The shelter is where I am when I am with myself.

I have emptied myself of a heavy burden today lifted it out of my body and placed it down its not the end but it’s a beginning.

My heart is my muse my blood is my ink my pain is my pen my words are my healing.

Why do I push up against the ones who will not have me like a wave pushing its way on the sand when my people are in the ocean and we naturally flow to protect each other.

Authenticity feels like the glue that has put me back together I feel whole and aligned in every word.

Release the person’s place thought-feeling.

If you’re not okay, you might as well not pretend you are, especially since life has a way of holding us down until we utter that magic word: help! That’s when angels rush to your side.

Why do we hold onto negativity? For some reason, we believe that others are affected by our experience of remaining upset, hurt or angry. Holding on to pain, anger, guilt or shame is the glue that binds us to the situation we want to escape.

Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.

The truth is that trust is a gift, it’s something we all can lose so hold on, it’s not where it goes, it’s where it can lead you to.

Holdin’ on so tight to this status, it’s not real but I’ll try to grab it.

The thing worth holding onto would not have let go.

Do not bother holding onto that thing that does not want you – you cannot make it stay.

I want you to know I won’t let you hold me until you promise me you’ll never let me go.