Letting go…

I used to hold onto things too tight

Thought it made me brave, and everything alright

My fingers would ache holding onto the past

But I thought it was worth the pain it cast

Would remember my mistakes every time the wind blew

The pain would hit me anew

Yet I held onto it tightly

Even if it blistered my fingers slightly

Then one day a thing happened

Something I never imagined

I let go of the past, I held so dear

It filled me with happiness, instead of fear

Sometimes its good to lose something

For it isn’t always meant to be a loss