November 5


Poetry: Letting Go

By Odyssa

November 5, 2022

I hold on tightly like a child hanging on to a rope

knotted onto a tree branch - the friction offering some hope;

that maybe if i cling tightly, love will remain the same

that maybe if i keep holding on, I save myself from the blame.

Holding on means nothing to the one on the other side;

holding on brings nothing but suffering and pride.

Letting go is allowing trees to shoot up to the sky,

for stars to shine brightly without a clear reason why.

Letting go is placing palms together, closing our eyes in prayer,

kneeling to god almighty, releasing lanterns anywhere.

Letting go is breathing in fragrance from the dried, autumn leaves.

It is the blooming of buds till the season of Christmas eve.

I let go softly of the thick rope that charred my hands

welcoming the sensation of freedom, of knowing where I stand.

I walk slowly to the horizon starting at the sun rising before me,

Never have I felt this emancipation, never have I felt this free.

Written at Cong Ca Phe, Cau Giay, Hanoi, Vietnam. 


About the author

Odyssa is a writer from the Philippines. She is the author of Like A New Sun Rising: A Collection of Poems on Love. When not working or writing at home, she's out walking their dogs. She enjoys traveling, practices yoga, gets lost in books and Korean drama. To her, making time for a daily practice or ritual is the best gift to one's self.

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