It Is Finished Poem by Brown Sketchys

It is finished,
for the weight I carried in silence,
was a burden no words could uncover.
Each tear of mine fell unnoticed,
but they carved rivers through my soul.

I have fought with shadows,
those nameless fears that shouted
I would never be enough.
But here I stand today,
on the edge of surrender,
where the echoes of all the battles are fading.

It is finished!
The ache of unspoken apologies,
the weight of doors that never closed,
and hands that reached for love
but found only emptiness.

Each scar on this heart of mine,
once a reminder of my pain,
is now a badge of survival.
The chapters I wrote in the dark
have ended with the sunrise.

It is finished!
The search for what was lost,
and the yearning for what could never return.
I let go,
not out of defeat,
but with the grace of one
who has found peace in the letting go.

And though the storm rages still,
its fury does not own me.
I am the calm after the tempest,
the quiet after the last cry.
It is finished!
and I am forever free.

©© Brown Sketchys 🖊️
09-01-2025
Ghana 🇬🇭