A poem
Sometimes you have to let it all go.
Sometimes you have to continue letting go. It doesn’t happen all at once.
Baby steps.
Little by little.
It gets easier.
It starts to feel lighter.
You learn how to keep going.
You learn not to look back,
Not to look too far ahead.
You stop.
Plant your feet on the ground.
Take time to feel the breeze on your skin,
The sun on your face,
The sand between your toes.
You take a moment to listen to life,
to love
but most of all
to yourself.
Adventures of the Traveling Grief Case 
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