maybe it’s time.

maybe it’s time to let go,
to let the weight slip from my shoulders
and let the wind carry me somewhere softer.

i’ve known joy-
real, radiant moments of laughter,
warmth that filled the cracks,
even if just for a while.
i held those moments close,
and i hope they felt it too.

i’ll miss them-
the smiles, the voices, the love
that stitched me together
when i thought i’d unravel.
and maybe they’ll miss me too,
but i think they’ll understand
that i tried.

i did my best.
are you proud?
i hope so,
because i gave everything i had
to a world that never stopped spinning,
even when i stood still.

and now,
i think it’s time.