Took a walk in the wild world
with wishes waiting to take wing
Whispers in the midnight cypress trees
kept repeating words of love
Calls for the lonely littered the forest floor
like pebbles waiting to be collected
And as I wandered, I wondered
about these things we carry
I collected one for loss
I collected one for regret
I scooped handfuls for sorrow
Drenched in the January rain
I fell to my knees in despair
When my tears were at last spent
I gathered those stones from my pocket
I threw each into the air, letting go
with purpose and intent
and listened to whispers of love
in the wild, wild world
photo: mine
prompts: The Sunday Whirl, #JanuaryFalls19, 30 Day Writing Challenge/Tumblr, #BeautifulMess
A beautiful poem.
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Thank you
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You are welcome
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Grief in all its many manifestations can be like a stone. I loved the idea of letting it go into the wild wild world. ❤️❤️
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Thank you 🙂
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What a beautifully written message, “Release and Let Go.”
By releasing regret, should’ve and could’ve we give ourselves permission, to move forward from our past to present moment, onto future.
InHisCare🙏
Yonnie💜
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Yes! Thank you
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😊🙏💜
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What a beautiful poem, and I love the message of letting things go that don’t serve us.
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Thank you!
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