I read a book a couple of months ago
titled, “Letting Go” by David Hawkins.
I devoured it with a hunger so deep
that my soul collapsed from the weight.
But then I start to let go
and continue to do so
with a courage as quiet as a flower
deciding to blossom in the spring.

Each day there arises
the opportunity to let go.

You see, the job is gone
but I have discovered
a quiet, silent purpose
and it’s ok
even though there is no applause
or paycheck or judgement.

For me, letting go
flows like happy tears
on a warm spring day.