A Poem in progress, of sorts

let go, the whisper on the breeze
echoes like thunder in my heart.
 
I can't, with fists clenched
around all these expectations
 
Let go, it's okay, I know
it's hard for you to do.
 
But who will do it all
if not me?
 
Let go, and trust me.
 
I'm too scared, I can't see,
It's too hard, I don't know how
 
LET GO of your fear, it is blinding
LET GO of the chaos in your heart, it is deafening
 
let go, the whisper on the breeze...
 
 
 
I don't know if I can let go and simply trust that things will fall into place. I just don't operate that way. But I can hear the whispers, and I they give me hope that someday, I'll be ready to let go. And for now, that's enough.
 
XOXO,
Sarah

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