Spring Petals drift like thoughts— old grudges caught on warm wind, melting into bloom. Summer Cicadas still hum though storms passed just yesterday— the air forgives heat. Autumn Maple leaves let go, burning bright, then falling free. So too can your grief. Winter Frost clings to the branch— but even the hardest ice yields to morning sun.
Why hold a grudge— a stone in your chest, cold and unmoving, pressed where joy could rest? What does it serve, this ember of pain? It kindles no justice, just smoke in the brain. You just feel bad, and heavy and dark, dragging old echoes that sap every spark. Let it go— not for them, but for you. Unclench the sorrow. Let the light through. Life is too short to dwell in the shade. Forgiveness, not weakness, is where strength is made. So lift up your spirit, no need for a fight. Release what has hurt you— and walk into light.