Moving On

Moving on isn't about birds in cages or fish in the sea.
It's about restlessness, apprehension, remorse, disappointment, frustration.

Moving on is about wanting. And needing.
Needing a happy song, 'cause you're so spiteful that you can't breathe air. You haven't breathed in weeks.

Moving on is your bitterness reaching its peak, so you open up, and you hug a friend, getting their shoulder wet with long overdue tears.
It's realizing that suffering may tear out your heart, but you can always grow a new one. A stronger one.

Moving on isn't about greener grasses or rising suns.
It's about helplessness, reflection, longing, guilt, uncertainty.

Moving on is about learning. And forgetting.
Forgetting what yesterday held, ‘cause you feel like the whole world is on your shoulders. You can't bear the burden alone.

Moving on is fighting the urge to be who you once were, and dumbly, blindly pushing onward, wondering if things will ever be the same.
It's knowing that you can never live the same life, but you can always start a new one. A better one.

-Hunter Workman 11-26-11