The Kindest Act by Johanna May
Unclasping, losing, giving up,
dropping it, liberating, saying stop.
Loosening, fading, unbinding,
making yourself scarce, freeing.
Hopping away permanently,
disentangling from the word “we”
Whistling solo, removing binds,
Closing your eyes, eternal blinds.
Turning away, not looking back,
your resolve remains solid rock.
That hard ache sigh, resigned,
you tell yourself: I’m fine.
Because sometimes letting go,
is an act most kind.
06/06/2023 Posted on 06/06/2023 Copyright © 2024 Johanna May
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