Moving On
My history just trails away
Leaving me so much to say
Of life, and love, and all that passed
Perfection gone, perfection past
A Love so perfect in every sense
All thats perfect now is it's tense
A box of photos of smiles and laughter
Is that man me? Where's "ever after?"
So many conflicts inside my head
But nothing comes out, fermenting instead
A brew so potent, such destruction
Leaves me reeling, I need protection
I stagger along the path of my choice
Ahead of me darkness, I hear a soft voice
"Walk on through your fears, for I am your light
I'll guide you to safety, I'll hold you so tight"
Her presence within me becomes overwhelming
My doubts, my fears, discord all abating
She is where this path will be ended
She will be waiting, my dreams transcended
A transition I make, a new life from old
Memories secured, I come out from the cold
My past I will cherish, it will never be gone
But she is the reason that I'm moving on
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Posted: Jan 2012
About this poem:
For those of you who read my first attempt at poetry, "Almost", you will know my wife and daughter moved back to England after my divorce. I struggled to be honest, and at times I found life very tough going. This poem was written at a time I could see a future for myself, and I had found a reason for being able to see a light at the end of the tunnel. The "she" I refer to can be one of three, its intentionally ambiguous. My daughter, my Mother (who sadly passed away when I was 16) or an unknown future partner (who it seems I am still looking for!).
My poems are very personal. Very few people I know have read them. But I am interested to see if they stir up similar emotions in other people as they do in me. Please leave comments, I would love to know what you think.
Comments (4)
Memories secured, I come out from the cold
My past I will cherish, it will never be gone
But she is the reason that I'm moving on
Very poignant poem...very good too.
A Love so perfect in every sense
All thats perfect now is it's tense
A box of photos of smiles and laughter
Is that man me? Where's "ever after?"
It can leave us realing and flandering lost and fragile..not able to function...But I found we either move on or stand still or go under..we have choices but for me personally ..it was a matter of time..thats all and its got better with time..and ive moved on ...slowley.... but Ive moved
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My past I will cherish, it will never be gone
But she is the reason that I'm moving on
I'm really not a poet, I just found that writing, for me, was a form of therapy. These poems really come from my heart.