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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