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A poem I wrote called "The Sunset" about letting go.
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Thanks to @OneLifeForm for the idea.
I won't be leaving it up indefinitely, so please don't quote, as I will be taking it down. I don't like to share often, but here it is. I hope that you enjoy it and that it means something to you. Considering this community seems to discuss this theme often, I think you will understand where it comes from.
The Sunset
The pain of wishing it was not so,
is greater than any wound your blade could bestow.
This ache is so sharp at times,
and at times so dull.
It’s a throbbing that simultaneously kisses
and freezes the petals of my soul.
But it will be this way, that’s a fact of today.
No benevolent being in the sky will answer my call:
“Make it go back to the way it was yesterday!”
I cannot change your farewell to a greeting,
nor bring your deadened love back to life.
“I will bury it.” I cry.
Bury it.
Bury it somewhere deep!
It’s nothing more than a feeble cry
of this agonized soul ,
one who keeps wishing that it wasn’t so,
and finds it hard to untie the knot
to let go.
Let go.
I want to be a vine on the stone of yesterday,
bask in the glory of last week’s rays.
Since tomorrow the sun sets forever with our love,
And surviving that reality remains uncertain.
Today is all I can grasp in the palm of my hand
and today is an eternity brought to life.
I become immortal with my pain.
I breathe it and live it in splendid glory.
The knot grows--it tightens further in my throat,
making me choke.
But grows looser in my heart,
so that I can begin to let go.
I will not hide from this soul searing suffering.
I’ll be worthy of this pain by the time it passes,
as all things do in nature.
So I coexist with this ache, and cradle its heart
until it blossoms into the seed of enlightenment
and I become naked under the very sun that scorched me.
But I no longer burn, I grow.
I am a blade of grass stretching towards the light,
when I stop clinging on to broken stones.
And if the sun truly does set forever with our love,
then I’ll make the most of today,
and accept that this is so.
Just let go.
I won't be leaving it up indefinitely, so please don't quote, as I will be taking it down. I don't like to share often, but here it is. I hope that you enjoy it and that it means something to you. Considering this community seems to discuss this theme often, I think you will understand where it comes from.
The Sunset
The pain of wishing it was not so,
is greater than any wound your blade could bestow.
This ache is so sharp at times,
and at times so dull.
It’s a throbbing that simultaneously kisses
and freezes the petals of my soul.
But it will be this way, that’s a fact of today.
No benevolent being in the sky will answer my call:
“Make it go back to the way it was yesterday!”
I cannot change your farewell to a greeting,
nor bring your deadened love back to life.
“I will bury it.” I cry.
Bury it.
Bury it somewhere deep!
It’s nothing more than a feeble cry
of this agonized soul ,
one who keeps wishing that it wasn’t so,
and finds it hard to untie the knot
to let go.
Let go.
I want to be a vine on the stone of yesterday,
bask in the glory of last week’s rays.
Since tomorrow the sun sets forever with our love,
And surviving that reality remains uncertain.
Today is all I can grasp in the palm of my hand
and today is an eternity brought to life.
I become immortal with my pain.
I breathe it and live it in splendid glory.
The knot grows--it tightens further in my throat,
making me choke.
But grows looser in my heart,
so that I can begin to let go.
I will not hide from this soul searing suffering.
I’ll be worthy of this pain by the time it passes,
as all things do in nature.
So I coexist with this ache, and cradle its heart
until it blossoms into the seed of enlightenment
and I become naked under the very sun that scorched me.
But I no longer burn, I grow.
I am a blade of grass stretching towards the light,
when I stop clinging on to broken stones.
And if the sun truly does set forever with our love,
then I’ll make the most of today,
and accept that this is so.
Just let go.
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and @Zero it is true, sunset and sunrise are two different aspects of the same phenomenon, namely the sun
Letting go is not an easy thing but it must be done and the after effects of such when healed are worth all the suffering.. being able to take that and use it as fuel for happiness in today.
Gratitude