Release

I want to hold this

tightly to my breast,
this most cherished thing
of mine.

I want to hold it close,
protect it,
nurture it,
keep it mine.

But living life
is not about
holding everything
so close
it can not breathe.

So close,
I can not breathe.

Living life
is a a call
to letting go.

But this letting go
is not just
giving something up.

It can be giving
something,
someone
wings to fly.

It can be a gentle release
watching our
cherished "thing"
flutter off
into it's own space.

So that I might have more room to live.