If You Love Me, Let Me Go.

A poem in support of having the strength to say goodbye.

Though I speak, my rattled voice, my wishes, you cannot hear,

I struggle and plead for a moment of tranquil consideration,

My hopes are not distraught, my path is bright and clear.

I want only solace and a dignified, final salutation.

I see fear rampage through you, crippling, it terrorizes your mind.

Away from decision you reel, unsure of where to turn, what to do, who to ask.

The answer stares at you, yet in your shackled conventions you are confined,

Causing your courage to quiver before submitting to the kindest task.

Loved ones lose strength, they cringe, and from life’s sensibilities they relent.

Avoiding the choice of a simple dignity, with shuttered eyes, away they turn,

Leaving love’s strength on heart’s altar, weakened and devoid of intent

While the last desire of the voiceless is cast aside, dismissed, left to burn.

They are blind to know of the joy when stepping back from a life well traveled,

Unaware of the joy to have known life, drank the wind, felt the touch of rain.

For to bask in laughter, and in the freedom of sunshine to have reveled

Is a to leave in bliss, without trepidation, and want of further pain.

Take pride in allowing the departure of love and an ending of pain-filled strife.

The soul will soar in thanks to a new adventure and an extension of life.

Ten Second takeaway:

To know that it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.

— Emily Dickinson

Choice defines our humanity. — K.F.

Thanks for reading.