Sometimes the real strength lies in stepping away,
Letting others wander, to find their own way.
Caring isn't always a hand to hold tight,
But the quiet surrender, the fading from sight.
To let them stumble, to watch them fall,
Is not weakness it’s love, after all.
Witness without judgment, without a word,
A silent support that can’t always be heard.
It’s hard to let go when the urge is to fix,
But sometimes the lesson is learned through the mix.
In the stillness, we trust, and we see,
That love often lives in letting them be.
