Moving On

The words they still flow,

Evocative of the anger, the hurt, the unease

But while, once the soul burnt and charred,

Today they are but mere ashes scattering in the breeze

Searching within the heart

For that all consuming emotion, the flaring passion

The tumultuous rage that swallowed reality

Blotting sense and every reason

But finding in its place

A faint reflection

Of memories tepid

Of what once was, a warm recollection

This moment of truth

Ignorant if it was relief

At having finally let gone

Of the enduring grief

Or was there a disappointment

Lurking beneath that belief

That one has lost the sole, guiding force

To Time, the ultimate thief

Perhaps all one needs is acceptance

Of feelings that die, evolve, take birth

Fed by the elements of nature

They too adapt like life on a parched, dry earth

Nothing is permanent, nothing lasts

The sobs that leave you broken and torn

May leave you scarred, but heal it will

When you realize that the hurt is not yours alone

One day you shall find a reason anew

To fall again in love, to be reborn

Once again to dance in the rain

Cos' life and love, they move on..