just as trees cast away their dulled leaves
when the time comes,
we must disconnect our ties with mournful memories,
shed any remnants of the painful past
we may still grip onto;
for they only tarnish our shine,
& bruise our soul black.
loosen your grip on griefs,
shed away the haunting wounds;
let it all dwindle to a place beneath you,
as browned leaves would fall
& soon crumble underneath branches
of a strong tree
that knew when to let go.
breathe in deep,
feel the birth,
of your green leaves.
A time of when I was gaining strength & coming out under from a dark place…