Let go

How could you easily let go

the one thing you said you love

without a protest

without a fight

and leave it there broken

walking away.

You say it hurt you to release your grasp

but what is joy without pain?

The things you love most

are the very things you must fight for

otherwise the problems of this world

will simply blow it out of your hand

if you're unwilling to even tighten your grasp.

So when the winds came 

and you had to choose between 

pain and love

or

freedom and emptiness

you chose your path:

no fight

no pain.

And the words of your love 

only now fall flat

next to the broken problem you released