Walk Away


I look back on what happened between us

Only occasionally

When the right song comes on

Bringing the far away

Deep in thought

Look to my eyes

 

It’s almost like feeling for a ghost

An amputated portion of my life

A limb lost

To moments lived

So long ago

 

I went through the motions

The hurt, disbelief, anger

The forgiveness

And now moving on

 

I can no longer pretend to ever understand

Why you walked away

I just know

I wanted us more

 

At some point I stopped asking why

Coming to peace with our goodbye

I moved onto new love

Then here you come

Your words contradicting

The picture your actions paint

 

I know this crossroad

A choice I must make

With my hand raised

To his lips for a gentle kiss

The far away look is washed away

 

I choose my path

To take his hand

and from you

This time, I walked away

The Right Choice


I’ve been down this road before.

Different places,

Different faces,

The same decision.

Do I keep trying?

Do I forgive the heartache?

Or do I forgive myself?

Do I heal and move on?

I have been here

So many times before.

I felt ignorant

For making the same choice

Over and over

Yet, expecting

Different results.

So this time

I made the right choice.

I made my peace with our history.

I kept those memories tucked away

When you came this way.

I stomped out those embers

And chose different.

This time I moved ahead

Glad that lesson

Is finally over with.

No Turning Back


Constantly

We come upon crossroads

A choice we must make.

Do we face our fears?

Or do we run in a panic?

Do we experience the unknown?

Or do we take the safe path,

Possibly losing the best thing

That has yet to happen in our lives.

Do we risk heartbreak?

Or choose to tuck our hearts away?

Putting our fragile hearts back into the glass case

In end the still breaking it

Only because now

You long for what you once had

And things will never be the same.

The future possibilities now gone.

Crossroads are a tricky thing.

Choices that forever change your path.

They can bring great happiness,

Or lessons to shape our characters.

In the end,

We must all have faith

In the choices we make.

That we are blessed to receive another chance

To say what’s in our hearts,

On our minds

And this time

Choose the right path

The one you knew

You should have chosen

The first time

In Order To Fly


Standing back,

Holding at arm’s length,

Take your time.

Feet firmly planted

On the ground.

Holding rigid

With a mended heart’s

Biggest fear.

 

Walk cautiously,

Tip toe

Leary

Of opening up.

Fingers grazing,

Brush along old wounds.

Scars left so long ago,

Serving to remind us,

That in order to fly,

We must take our time.