Letting Go

She gave up. She gave up a long time ago. She just, let go of the ledge. After all, what was the point of holding on if she couldn't be saved anyways? She wasn't stupid. No, she knew that no one could pull her back up. She knew that she couldn't get back up. But they all told her to hang on for just a little longer. They screamed at her to hold on, to stay strong just a little longer. But she just laughed and gave a weak grin. No, she wasn't going to lie to herself. No, no, no. No. No. No. So, she just, let go. Let go. Let go.

Her heart was about to burst. She wanted to cry, to scream her heart out, to yell to the world of the unfairness of it all. How it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that she, of all people, got stuck with the weight of the world on her shoulders. It wasn't fair that she, of all people, had to go through so, so, so much. It was really just plain ridiculous.

As she fell, time slowed. Things stilled. She blanked her mind. She faintly remembers the times when she was carefree, not a worry in the world. When she laughed out loud, with real joy. When she thought the world was the best place ever. When she didn't know the evils of the world. When she dreamed of dancing in the rain. When she was a child. Then, the dark days came. This, she remembers so, oh so clearly. The friendships ruined, the backstabbing, the rumors, the bullying, the tears. It was then, she thinks, that she lost her grip on the world. On her life.It was then that the rain started falling. But she wasn't dancing. Not this time. And not anymore.

Then, came that perfect time. That break between the first set of thunder clouds, and the looming ominous pitch black bundle off in the distance. Those sweet rays of light she never thought she would see again. During that golden period came new friends. Ones that seemed to be the very best friends she had been searching for her whole life. Those sweet new moments of pure happiness.

But, alas, everything eventually comes to an end, doesn't it? The new storm rolled in. And there went her rays of light. 

At some point during the latest storm, she slipped on the once light green grass, muddy brown and drenched with salty water, and there she was, hanging on that ledge. 

So here she was, falling. Letting go. And, for some strange reason, she smiled. Oh, yes, she gently smiled to the sky, to the now blue sky, and whispered the the winds "I let go".

"I Had to Let Go."