There is a certain freedom
A certain contentment
That comes with letting go

When you realise that
The sun will still shine
The birds will still sing
The flowers will still bloom
The wind will still caress your hair

When the thought of them no longer makes your soul weep
When their name doesn't fill your eyes with endless tears
When seeing them doesn't ravish
your heart any longer

There is a certain feeling to letting go
The feeling that you get when you smell the wet soil mixed with the morning air
The feeling of finally laying in your bed after a long long day

There is a certain freedom
A certain contentment
A certain ataraxy
A certain bliss
In knowing that
life will still go on