Moving On
She sweeps an eye
over her room, and
butterflies
dance inside.
Leaving is never
easy, but somehow
it always ends this way,
she has to move on.
Feeling suffocated,
strangled by
love,
its confines restricting her
flighty soul;
she knows life is flowing, and
while she plays at
happy marriage,
her heart thuds
to the rhythm of the
dull melody.
They say a restless body
can hide a peaceful soul,
but her spirit is at war,
and it will not rest
until she is
far away
from this life, in which she’s
dying.
She steps outside, and
life is dawning,
morning sun warms her skin,
and doubts disappear
as she walks toward …
who knows what …
Finally, she is part of it,
life is hers;
not for the first time in her
life,
she is
moving on.
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