Moving On


Here's one from several months back:


Weighed down by the mistakes of my past

A pebble, a rock, a mountain on my shoulders

At first I ran, regrets like quicksand sucking at my feet

So strong, it's grasp on me

Until one day I had enough

Enough of what-ifs and could-have-beens

And turned to claw my way back up

Back up above the ground

Back up till I could spy the sky

Digging my fingers into the mud

I reached out an arm

Fingers outspread

Eyes wide, mouth open

I seized the blue

And began to leave the dark


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