Don’t be a dead man walking. No need to be a sitting duck. Don’t be down on your luck. No need to be feeling bad when you miss all the things you wish you could have back. Don’t stare at your reflection for too long. Change it up. No need to replay the song. Move on. Wake up and look alive. Buy the ticket and enjoy the ride. Know when to show and when to hide. Look alive. No need to slip into the night when we can just take flight.
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.
Gone with the wind; we fly away today. We knew we would not stay. It is hard to say which way we are going or how fast the wind is blowing. With no signs showing, curiosity starts growing. The ways that we face the days can dictate the rate at which we go. Before we know it, things, times, people, will be gone. Before long, we will learn life’s unwavering song. As time flies, the sun will rise just like the tide. There is no need to hide when we seek the time to understand both day and night. Gone, but never forgotten. Here I am to feel fresh – never rotten. Anyhow, I feel as if the wind blew me out of my shoes. Now, I stay gone. I left to go on a right path. Now, I have gone and found a piece of peace: a life on the bright side.
Listen to my poem, Brace for Impact, come to life. Washington musician, Kyle Bain, recorded this song. This is a very special song as it was presented to me at a low time in my life. Weeks prior to Christmas, my lovely sister, Heather passed away and when I heard this song on Christmas, it was like she was speaking to me. I wrote this poem a few years ago and didn’t quite understand the impact it would have on me at a later time. I believe everything happens for a reason and I believe I wrote this poem for a reason. I love you, Heather. This one is for you.
Read the poem: Brace for Impact