Moving on isn't about
Taking the pain away
Or making it obsolete
It just becomes bearable
'They said you were the man they were looking for' I heard.
Turning the opposite direction
I face him, touching his spine
As of how doubtful I am
'Let go of the man. He is
Known to ****** you.' Elle spoke.
I know it's clear.
I cannot believe to imagine
The blessings I've encountered,
The soft spoken words shivered through my mouth 'I let you go.'
She wakes up with a shock; feeling the blood boil from her head down to her toes, its the sound of that door.
The repetitive sound of that door slamming is a reminder of the poison in her life who seamlessly seeps into her heart continuing to infuse her mind with hate.
That door is used for a swinging entrance into her soul leaving it with touches of darkness until she simply can't understand how to love another person; how to empathize with another's time of distress. She loses touch, suffering to understand what love is.
The life who uses that door brought her into this world and smothers their existence with cold truths, lies, neglect, and stories of their past; inflicting damaging images and thoughts that cannot be unheard.
She's trying to persevere, but they persist to acknowledge their unreceptive response to her cry's for help, it destroys her light; leading her down the path where the poison starts to consume all her thoughts and distorts her rights to express herself with the constant feeling of never being heard.
You built darkness in her and every layer affects even the smallest of challenges in life but you left her with a flame of curiosity to understand what others could not even care to comprehend; she sustains her curiosity for life.
If you ever climb a mountain
There's something you shouldn't do
Do not stay at the peak of the mountain
Simply because of the view
You can stay there for a little bit
Enjoy it while it lasts
But when the time comes
Let the past be the past
If you hold on to a moment
Till you've held on far too long
You'll miss the enjoyment of today
And that moment becomes a worn out song
So if you dwell in the past
Let go and move on instead
Once you look forward you'll realize
There are only more beautiful mountains ahead
As you move on you'll want to look back
At the things that you've come over
The peaks, the creeks, the valleys,
The glaciers, the rivers
Look back. That's okay!
Take a minute to reflect
Your past can help you prepare
For what might be coming next
While you're looking though, be careful
With how your time is spent
Because every moment looking back
Is one less step towards your next ascent
I've gone through a struggle of not letting go of my past. Most people have a hard time letting go of the bad stuff in their past, but I think just as many people have a hard time letting go of the good stuff. We spend too much time admiring the "good old days" and wishing we had them back. It keeps us from fully experiencing the "now" and from truly moving forward. I'm not saying to forget everything you ever experience. It's perfectly okay to fondly reminisce about good memories or to every now and then cry about bad ones. Just don't DWELL in your past experiences.
I got zillion tracks to the light
But i chose the one that lights bright
I crawl first and then i stand
Unaware of the snags ahead
I begin to walk through the lane
Tragedy is still caring for someone who wants the worse for you.
Stop caring about them
Know you are worth everything you need.
You are, and always will be loved,
Specially when no one is around.
Love is internal.
You are Love Itself.
It’s already 4 am
I suddenly woke up
I found myself still waiting for your message—an apology
But I saw nothing
I was urged to click the call button
Thinking that you’re also longing for my presence
But I was wrong
You were on a phone call with somebody else
I expect nothing but a shattered heart
But no, it was not what I expected
No tear was shed
I felt nothing at that very moment
And I heard a whisper saying, “Don’t have second thoughts of going back.”
I stood up and walked away with a dagger in my chest.
I saw a train and said, “come and ride, I’ll bring you to your destination in no time”
I looked at my bare feet and I saw that they were tired walking
I was about to ride the train, but I chose to walk even my feet were full of nothing but blood and thorns
So I sat at my favorite bench where I used to wait, in order to breathe
Then I stood up and begin walking
a note was left on the bench
“You may visit, but don’t ever come back”