Ready to let go?

In the middle of the night,
beneath the million stars,
there's a beating heart
wounded trying to heal,
shattered trying to hold,
hold on
to the memories,
It wished was the reality
It would try
try to fill it with colors
as it was slowly fading away
black and white,
some random colors just here and there,
blurred visions somewhere,
or was it just the tear?
was it tired of holding on?
was it ready to outgrow?
was peace finally finding it?
was it ready to let go?