When We Let Go

by Rochelle B. Weinstein

Missing someone you’ve loved and lost doesn’t come with a roadmap. There’s no knowing when the ache will creep in, knocking you flat.

holding on to those you’ve lost means you’re living in the past. And if you’re living in the past, you’re not really living.

And I think of all the storms we weathered to land in this place. The broken dreams. The prayers we cast off into the sky. And I know now that endings bring forth new beginnings, and letting go means you’re alive.