Hand on the Doorway

Hand on the doorway, I breathe in slow Not rushing forward, not needing to know The stories behind me still echo their grace But I no longer need to stay in that place The roles that I carried, the names I outgrew They served their purpose, they carried me through So I bow to the past with a heart that is wide Saying thank you, goodbye, with nothing to hide Let it go, let it flow I don’t need to chase or know The path unwinds beneath my feet No need to strive, no need to compete The thread unspools, the weight released I walk in grace. I walk in peace There’s a slight hesitation, a flutter of fear What now? What next? as the old disappears But I feel the wind shift, the lightness inside As I open the door and let life decide I don’t need closure. I don’t need blame No tidy ending, no one to name Just my breath, my light, my own inner flame And the courage to walk with no shame Let it go, let it flow I don’t need to chase or know I’m not alone, I’m not the same The past was real, but it’s not my name I’m walking out, with nothing to prove This is the grace of learning to move Hand on the doorway, then hand in the breeze I am the creator — I walk as I please Soft as a sigh, wide as the sea This is the moment… I set myself free