Art of letting go ,
was to let go of what was bleeding me , no longer serving me .
The epiphany of how much I bled,
to the point where some part of me went along with it .
With time it's sealed and healed.
And a lesson in the book,
It comes alive when reminisced , growing like an abyss.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 7:28 AM UTC
Art of letting go ,
was to let go of what was bleeding me , no longer serving me .
The epiphany of how much I bled,
to the point where some part of me went along with it .
With time it's sealed and healed.
And a lesson in the book,
It comes alive when reminisced , growing like an abyss.
