Embrace of Liberation

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A silent storm rages deep inside,  

A whispered plea I cannot hide.  

Love’s heavy chain I’ve finally cast,  

Allowing my heart to breathe at last.  


Once I was bound by hope’s faint glow,  

But now I see it’s time to let go.  

In surrender, I find my strength,  

A quiet calm that spans the length.  


No tears fall, no bitter words,  

Just echoes of what once was heard.  

I stand here, steady, slow,  

Embracing all I’ve come to know.  


Let love drift like a distant star,  

A gentle fade, a healing scar.  

In releasing what once held tight,  

I find my peace beyond the night.  


I’ve carried wounds, I’ve learned to heal,  

Found courage in what I feel.  

To let it go-this is my choice,  

My silent voice, my inner voice.  


And as I walk away from pain,  

A newfound freedom I sustain.  

In letting go, I am made whole-  

A quiet strength, a mended soul.

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