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.
I dreamed of a green field
with flowers fully grown,
where happiness was sealed
and my place was known.
I dreamed of a location inviting
Strange minds to wander
around with no fear of hiding,
a place to ponder.
I dreamed of puffy clouds
Cutting up the blue sky.
Beauty noticed by passing crowds
who stop and ask why?
I dreamed of a day:
Where my stomach felt whole
and I understood life’s way
and what made me full.
Many years have passed,
yet my dream still remains
like one of the last
prisoners to break their chains.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 