I'm fashionably late to loving myself

Let it go now

Shh, don't hoard it all so tightly in your palms.
Shh, don't fret, my love, they are but merely charms.
You can cry, you can cry, but don't burden your heart.
With memories of grief and love, hung like a piece of art..

Shh, you can let it go, as quieter grows the night.
The only sound is your howling, growling and crying.
You're surely doing your best but rest, it is not a crime.
Yes, you always try so hard but what's the need for trying.

With ease what comes, with ease what leaves, with what
the soul finds light, Are you not worthy of all that?
Yes there might be traps and baits but lighten up the path,
You do have arms that swing blades, why fear a faint mirage?

Let it go..