On Letting Go…

Rain

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The sky has burst open its rain for me,

because my eyes lost the how—

This life no longer calls to the water,

as the heart that once summoned it, is gone.

Feelings have erased themselves

from the halls of my heart,

the scars on it vanished too—

was there ever a cause?

Surrender sets solitude in motion,

makes it quiet, makes it easy,

makes peace possible—

Sometimes, we admit the battle

we fought so hard to win,

the one we swore had to be won,

is the worst solution all along.

m.c.f.