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.
Much has been sacrificed
for you to find salvation.
Hope salvaged in savages.
Salvation comes at the end
of work and sacrifice. Ice
melts as the fire stays lit.
The ground that you walk
on is no place to sit. Foot –
prints remind you to look
behind you and remember
how fires start from ember.
Sanity, time, and stability
has been sacrificed just for
us to play nice – to be nice.
The life we choose to live
has been a gift from those
who did nothing but give.
Life can be given, taken,
and mistaken. Sacrifice
what you must and trust
you find your salvation,
so those after us can do
the same to fan the flame.
The wickedness of life
Comes with no cost,
Yet the price of picky
Can make us lost.
Picky can’t guide
Us to happiness we seek
As the life we were given
Did not come cheap.
I breathe air consumed
By the worst of faces
Who have no regard
For other spaces.
Surrounded by strangers
Latching to pain
Exhibiting angers
With no refrain.
But I can’t afford
A life of sorrow.
For I’ll be happy
To wake tomorrow.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 