Letting Go

There comes a day when a dad must let go,
When hope runs dry and the ache starts to show.
When dreams of laughter and time well-spent
Fade like smoke from a heart long bent.

He held on tight through storm and rain,
Through birthdays missed and silent pain.
But love alone can’t bridge the space,
When memories vanish without a trace.

So for his own soul, worn and bruised,
He lays down hope that’s been misused.
Not in anger, not in spite—
Just a quiet surrender to reclaim his light.

He walks away, not empty, but wise,
With mist in his soul and steel in his eyes.
For peace sometimes means letting go
Of the dream that never got to grow.