Delighted, she inhaled the smell of the fresh smoke. With flames reflecting in her eyes like pure madness, she stood and watched the fire as it lit up the backyard like day.
It was so easy. To pick up all the old photographs she took, pictures in which she wore her biggest smile, the ones that reminded her of all the beautiful days. She tore them all down with no hesitation and tossed them into the fire. She watched the flames as they ate it all piece by piece—every poem she wrote in honor of happiness, all her clothes that still smelled of the people who shared her memories. She burned them all down, along with the things she used to feel, thoughts she used to think, wishes she used to make, hopes she used to have. All the chances that she wasted and promises she didn’t keep.
She stood there and watched her life burn—the life she could never get back. The one she used to love so much, but she let it slip through her fingers.
She used to be so desperate. Wanting to live that life again. She lost herself in misery and regret, thinking of all the good times and craving to have them back.
But now, she was tired of being haunted by the past—the anchor that kept her down, not allowing her to move on.
She had nothing left to lose.
She screamed her goodbye at the top of her lungs as the fire went out. Then she danced in the ashes, feeling light-hearted and not caring about a single thing anymore. That’s what letting go felt like.
There was no going back. She was finally free.
Another piece written for Inspiration Monday. Enjoy!
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