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