Letting Go

In the silent corridors of thought, where shadows play on memory's wall, each whisper of an old regret fades like echoes in the fall. The past, a phantom we embrace, with hands that ache from holding tight, yet time, relentless in its grace, dissolves the dark into the light. Let go the chains that bind the heart, release the ghosts that once were near; for in the art of moving on, we find the strength to persevere. The future calls, a siren's song, beyond the veil of yesteryear; and in its notes, we find our way, to dreams reborn, to paths made clear.