Blooming Through Goodbye

Today I let go of the flowers I held. 
As I let go there was no pain,
Only memories of what remains. 

The reason I became the light 
Was because of that night, 
I held onto those flowers so tight. 

Those bright flowers I once held in my hands 
Became a reminder that through every season,
Hashem held my hand and helped me see,
That emunah was always meant for me. 

Now peace blooms where sorrow once grew, 
And every ending became something new. 
The flowers are gone, but their lesson remains, 
From pain came strength, from loss came gains.