Let go ...

I held tightly to my bosom, the thorn that pierced my soul

Firmly did I believe that casting it away will bleed me to death...

With time the thorn, became one with me and my existence

Tugging at my soul though not bleeding a drop...

Should I or Should I not? the uncertainty robbed my peace of mind for half the lifetime

My laughter, innocence, liveliness and every emotion was annihilated

Years of void gently infused the futility of holding on,

Gently I discarded the rusted thorn from my core ...

My heart did ache for a fortnight and healed quietly with time,

Time being the greatest teacher of all times, schooled me at last to 'Let go' and live...