Let it go

Let my heart walk

Let it go at last

To walk barefoot along the path

To walk freely into its madness

Let the ice melt in the pockets

Let it enter the tunnel of light or darkness

Because the griever’s journey

This journey of ghosts and of other worlds

Should end with joy or with out joy

Because this ivy nailed in the soul

shall die one day, like the rose

And I wonder

Which is worse

If you let the heart go

Or after all, to never have known, love.


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  • Piccola Durand Dowling

    Thank you for the comments, this poem was originally written in Spanish and translated into English.

  • Elizabeth Young

    This poem is both haunting and beautiful and something that resonates within all I think. Thank you for sharing!