Let Them Leave

A tree bends when the wind arrives. It never once asks the wind to stay. So why do I stand here begging a storm To turn around and choose to change its way? Chasing was never proof of love. It was only proof I doubted my own worth. And worth was never mine to argue for. It was already here since the day of my Birth. Let them leave. Let them go. The kindest hand is the one held open, Not closed. What’s mine Will circle back around. What isn’t Was never truly mine to hold. Let them leave. This is how the quiet ones grow. Space isn’t empty, it’s an invitation for something Real to walk in unforced. The ones who stay through open doors were never The ones I had to chase or coax. Nothing is gone wrong when someone walks away. Their part was finished, that’s simply the truth. Some things flow without a single push. What needed force was never built to last through. Let them leave. Let them go. The kindest hand is the one held open, Not closed. What’s mine Will circle back around. What isn’t Was never truly mine to hold. Let them leave. This is how the quiet ones grow. Let them leave. Let them go. Peace was always the quieter road. I’d rather stand here with an open hand than Close my fist around what wants to fold. Let them leave, And finally Watch how much lighter I hold.