Letting go

The prompt for Poets and storytellers United this week is gut punch

Letting Go

I took a gut punch
when you slowly drifted from me.
I tried to catch your light in a jar,
but it slipped through my fingers.

So I released your echo to the wind
and mourned.
At the core
still,
love.

Once, my arms stretched,
inviting.
Now they rest
along my body,
rooted in the knowing
that I am my own wide sky,
able to hold
and to let go.

I’ve learned
that I am strong,
that I am free.

All that I need
already lives in me.