What hurts about moving on
is knowing that what you
once had is now gone. Now,
thoughts don’t skip a beat,
just like a record stuck on
repeat. Flashes of the past
dash by on the other side
of our eyes. Moving on is
like skipping your favorite
song: it just feels wrong.
Pain becomes strength.
Misery becomes history.
Doubt becomes acceptance.
Moving on is going forward.
Staying back is waiting for
life to attack. Don’t be a
victim to a life you’re given.
The blue rain came.
The sky spit and spat.
Raindrops drizzled
right in the middle
of a sun-shiny day.
The rain continued;
it kept coming –
as if God left
the faucet running –
and said “screw it;
learn to swim or
learn to grow
gills or fins.”
The blue rain sang
and said: “hello” –
before washing away
another bad day.
Love is in the air; I can feel it.
Something tells me good things
are coming. We can create a life
that consist of mostly sunny days
and starry nights. Love is the answer
to our questions. Love is a knife
that cuts tension. Our love will last
to our future from our past.
Love is rooted in love. Love me
as I love you. Love endlessly
for love is vast. Love is us. We
can never love too much. Trust.
Sunshine will soon shimmer.
The scorching sun will remind
us that we are at the mercy
of Mother Earth as Father Time
takes its course. It’s cold now,
but you just wait. Not before
long, the cold will grow old
and be gone. I see us feeling
more free in the coming weeks.
I can see new beams of love
coming from above. I know
there are good days ahead
with more light to be shed.
When I take flight,
I start to feel alright.
Flying high is scary
When I lose sight
of the light
as day turns night.
It’s frightening
not knowing
where you’re going,
whether or not
the weather is showing:
Whether or not
the wind is blowing:
Whether or not
the waters are flowing.
Flying away today,
I take off
into the abyss.
I am the only one
with a ticket.
I fly away
to a place most miss
to show others
why we should risk it.
I wave goodbye
as I enter the sky.
I fly one last time
as day turns night.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 