Once upon a time
I held on, unaware
That I needed to
Be strong and let go
My grip on the past
Broke down slowly
I could hear church bells
Pealing as I finally let
Go of the last piece of who
I had been in the last life.
The enormity of it mocked
Me, mimicking the resounding
Call of a mouse, scurrying.
In the depths of my sorrow,
My understanding was born. I
Finally knew the breathtaking
Worth of solitude. Worth of me.
I had worth again, dictated by
My loneliness. My isolation.
It was all me, it was only me
In those first days after letting go.
It was a time resplendent in silver
Of tears and gold of tiaras. I grew.
I emerged like a cicada
From the earth, ready for new life.
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