Letting Go - A Sonnet

I begin to fear the time is quite near,
To let go of many of my ideals.
Coming slowly like a forgotten tear,
Time changes all, but not how I still feel.

There are moments when I think of the past,
And wonder if it was just make-believe.
All things good will not stay the same or last,
But the present remains, still here to weave.

I long to right all the wrongs in my life,
And start anew by forgiving myself.
To be rid of sorrow and all my strife,
Is what I desire above all else.

I must accept what is and what will be.
This is the one way I'll ever be free.

Copyright © 2004 by Shana Wilson

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