Moving On

I’ll pick up the embers
of where I left off
when I was without you.

My old, easygoing self
wants back the days,
walking around—
having nothing but
dust and perky sparks
surround me.

Because there’s joy
in the moments
nobody can steal
your heart’s fire.

The sky is always anew
each day I push through,
fulfilling my own promises;
no indigestion over
roundabouts of
expectations or accusations.

My head lives stabilized
and the ground feels good
every time I survive.

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