Move On

Do memories crowd out
Happiness?
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.