Sometimes the heart aches
even when the soul has chosen rightly
not every sorrow is regret
some sadness is simply the old self
learning to let go
and somewhere between
the trembling and the truth
something quietly transforms
a boundary becomes a doorway
a no becomes a blessing
and the heart discovers
that it can remain soft
without leaving itself behind
sometimes the most beautiful magic
is simply this
to choose the truth
and still keep love in the heart
°Woodlights Woudlicht
