When Letting Go Becomes Freedom Poem by bonifacio alba

Letting go carves deep into the heart,
A silent cry where love once lived,
A bridge burned not out of anger,
But to save a soul that once only gave,
And never truly received.
For loving the wrong spirit is a sorrowful road,
One-sided warmth leaves the other cold,
A heart begging to be seen,
While the other counts only their own needs,
Demanding care yet offering none.
Peace cannot bloom where deceit is planted,
Harmony dies where selfish whispers grow,
And love turns into a quiet prison
Where one suffers, hoping change may come
But change never knocks on the unwilling door.
So yes, letting go wounds deeply—
But in the ashes lies relief,
A freedom born from courage,
A soul reclaiming its worth,
Choosing truth over illusion,
And pain today for peace tomorrow.
For bridges built on lies deserve to fall,
And hearts that try deserve to heal.
To walk away is not defeat—
It is the highest form of self-love,
And the first breath of a life
Where love finally feels like peace.