In the hush of dawn’s soft light, I breathe and find release,
Chains of thought fall gently, granting inner peace.
Not in noise or motion, but in stillness I cease,
The world spins onward..
Wounds once carried deep within now gently start to fade,
With each tear a memory, quietly repaid.
Release is not forgetting, but letting go of blade,
A garden blooms within me..
To release is not to lose, but to let love grow,
Like rivers meeting oceans, they continue their flow.
I held tight to moments, afraid to let them go,
Now I walk with lighter steps.
The past no longer binds me, the future does not chase,
I stand in this moment, with a quiet grace.
Release is not an ending, but a sacred space,
Where breath meets spirit.
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