She Let Go — What Remained, After The Years

There was a poem I once borrowed when I had no language of my own.

Safire Rose's She Let Go found me at a time when I needed its words. It brought solace and healing to my heart, and became a quiet companion on my own journey of letting go. For that, I will always be grateful.

Years have passed, and I have walked a long way since then. I no longer return to those words from the same place. I return to them with gratitude — for what they gave me, for what they helped me release, and for the person I have become along the way.

This is what remained through the years, in my own words and melodies.

This is not a retelling of the poem, but a quiet conversation with it — a way of saying thank you, and of honoring the journey that brought me here.

Letting go isn't forgetting. It is remembering without fear. It is looking back with tenderness, and realizing that what once needed to be released can now simply be held in peace.

Transcript

She let go. There was a poem. I once borrowed. When I had no language of my own. This is what we paint. Through the years. In my words and melodies. She let go. Without word. Without fight. To let go of shadows. To let go of the whispers that circled in her mind. No advice. No book. Or plan. No one saw. No one clapped. No one noticed. Like a leaf fallen from a tree. She let herself. Cheer. And in that moment. Night. The camp. She didn't try. She didn't bite. Should I go? And the room began. To breathe Sunlight touch the floor. And dust danced in the glow. A gentle breeze whispered. Through the open window. She let go. Nothing rushed. Nothing pressed. A small smile. A quiet breath. No one saw. No one clapped. No one noticed. She let go. Without word. Without. She let go Without a word Without a fight She let go of shadow She let go of the whispers That's circled in her mind No advice, No book No plan, No one saw, No one clapped, No one noticed Like a leaf falling from a tree She let herself drift And in that moment Night became day She didn't try, She didn't fight She let go And the room began to breathe Sunlight touched the floor and dust danced in the glow A gentle breeze whispered through the open window She let go Nothing rushed, Nothing pressed A small smile, A quiet breath No one saw No one clapped more. She let go Without a word Without a fight She let go Without a word, Without a fight She let go of shadows she let go of the whispers that circled in her mind No advice, No book, No plan. No one saw, No one clapped No one noticed like a leaf falling from a tree she let herself drift and in that moment Night. She didn't try, She didn't fight She let go begin to breathe. Sunlight touched the floor and dust danced in the glow A gentle breeze whispered through the open window Nothing rushed, Nothing pressed A small smile, A quiet breath No one's home. No one claps Just chillin'. Without a word, Without a fight

Reviews

Wonderful meditation! I listen often to remind myself to let go! Thank you ❣️

Beautiful reminder that letting go is an inside job. Thank you 🙏🏾

Just beautiful, exactly what I needed ❤️ 💕 thank you.

Beautiful reading of a beautiful piece. Your pacing, inflection, and music felt exactly right. Thank you ❤️

Beautiful poem and beautiful music. I needed this for this period in my life. Thank you