Art of letting go
- Siena Long
- May 19
- 1 min read
the silence—
The one that echoes every word,
not a void, but a clearing,
like a forest after rain
where the sun finally hits the roots.
holding your breath,
a breath you didn’t know you were holding,
exhale
like wind slowly slipping through the cracks of a window.
There is an art in letting go,
not something that snaps,
but the slow understanding
of every dream you wove
around a future that was never yours.
You feel everything.
the good, the bad,
the suppressed, the exaggerated.
What is buried beneath the smiles,
of standing naked in your grief,
and choosing not to flinch.
An art of letting go
not just of people
but of versions of you,
of things that are limiting.
beginning to see beauty
not in what left,
but what is found and remains.
You will see
the world keeps spinning
painting new skies,
where the cracks are thinning.
Letting go
isn't forgetting
just remembering without breaking,
it is letting.
There is wisdom
in the way a leaf from a tree falls —
feeling the gentle pull of change.
not fighting, not breaking,
just becoming.
from below,
it is beautiful,
once it let go.
go
not away,
not backward or forward,
just moving.
through a life that is lived every day
not once.
a breath that isn’t planned
or rehearsed.
that is what it becomes.
not just the art,
not even the letting,
just
go.
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