Moving on...

Moving on is not something we ever jump up and volunteer to do, rather, it is something that we end up needing to do to better oneself. Moving on is usually never easy. Sometimes, we are happy to do it, but it takes a while to get there.  Other times, we are put into a position where we have no other non-self-distructive choice. 

I find myself taking steps towards moving on a little at a time. My mom passed away 7 months ago and it still feels like a fresh wound. I just keep on trying to tackle something else troublesome each day.  From going back to church or cleaning out her belongings, each step of moving on is a step towards me feeling stable again. I am sick of feeling like I am a mess and will crumble at any given moment.

I broke up with my boyfriend of a year not too long ago. I've found that it was something I needed to do for myself. He and I were toxic to one another. Moving on has been hard, but I feel like I have control of my life back.

Moving on may not necessarily be something one wants to do, but rather a necessity for them to find themselves again.

9/11

We will never forget the lives lost, the individuals affected, or the terror that ensued.  Our nation froze that morning and for that brief time, we united as one - watching live as our sense of security crumbled before us. Watching live as our brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers,  neighbors and friends lost their lives, we froze as a whole.  Then, as we picked ourselves up, we united and fought for justice.  We wouldn't let the lives lost allow their message to fade away.

Something I Had to Do

I didn't want to do it
It was just something I had to do
A person can only deal with so much
Before they are permanently blue

No matter how hard this is for me
No matter how much I care
I could only handle so much
Certain things weren't fair

I'd give anything to change this
But I didn't make the choice
When someone pulls so far back
It makes the other loose their voice

I had hoped things wouldn't end like this
But there was only so much I could take
I couldn't sit around another day
Wondering if what we had was fake

A part of me will love you until I die
But I can't wonder what if now
I can't even ask you why
But things are better than falling further down