Saturday, February 11, 2012

Move On

Do memories crowd out
Childhood angst and pain
Make growth impossible?

Move on

The past can't stick to you
Unless you glue it on yourself
And we do
Shading every sunrise
With ugly colors
Unrighted wrongs

Move on

There's nothing wrong with pain
Without it you're a paper person
Lost to color and shape
And depth and feeling
But when you suck on pain like a pacifier
It doesn't feed you
Just leaves a germy rubber taste
In your mouth

Spit it out
Move on

Real life is hope
Thoughtful action
Moving forward
Letting go

Don't be static, a statistic, a rock holding back the current
Flow with it, like a fish
Move on.


  1. The hard part is finding that psychological nail polish remover to unstick yourself from the messes you have glued to you.

    I don't know what others call it but I call it forgiveness for me as well as others.

    I really do like the straightforward common sense approach you put down here Shakes...movin on.

  2. Shakespeare, I'm so with you on this one. More than leaving a germy, rubber taste in your mouth, hanging on to the negativity of the past poisons your soul. I've learned to let go of things that will never be. You have to let go if you want to be filled with hope for the future.