The Rapture of Release

You let go, and it feels like breaking and mending all at once,
Like every part of you that’s been wound too tight is suddenly free,
Released from the prison you’ve built, brick by brick,
Each wall you’ve stacked up against the world,
Each cage you’ve locked yourself in,
The chains you forged with your own hands,
And now, in a single breath, they shatter,
And you’re weightless,
For the first time in forever, you’re weightless,
Sinking into nothingness,
Falling into a place where there’s no more holding back,
No more fear of losing control,
No more shame, no more guilt,
Just the rawness of being,
The rapture of release.

And it’s intoxicating,
Every pulse, every exhale,
Like the first time you tasted freedom–
It’s violent, it’s beautiful,
It’s everything you’ve ever needed and everything you’ve ever feared,
It’s yours,
Finally, it’s yours,
And for once, you’re not apologizing for it,
For once, you’re not trying to hide,
You let yourself dissolve into it,
Into the chaos,
Into the rush,
Let it tear you apart,
Since there’s nothing to save anymore,
Nothing worth saving.

You shed your skin,
You burn away the weight of everything that never belonged to you,
Until there’s nothing left but the echo of your soul,
And the quiet that follows the storm you just unleashed.
The moment you stop holding yourself back,
You realize how much life you’ve missed by playing it safe,
By pretending that fitting in was ever the goal.
No, the goal was always to feel it,
To feel everything,
To break open and bleed out every feeling
You’ve kept buried under years of pretending,
And now, it’s all out in the open,
Every tear, every laugh,
Every scream that’s been waiting for its moment,
Every silent wish you never thought you’d speak aloud,
Now it’s alive,
Raw.