There’s an art 
To letting go of something
You never fully held
Refilling the glass
That is your heart

Why do these thoughts
Always cut so deeply
They come in such vivid
Shades of sadness
I can barely breathe

There’s an art
To navigating 
These troubled straits
Letting go of past lives
And vanished friends

There’s art
In the way you choose
To love
And in the way you choose
To leave

There’s an alchemy
In turning bruised sobs
Into blueprints of future joy
Radiant as you reflect
Through the prism of poetry

Fill your pen 
With teardrops
Be the artist...