Look Forward

Little things matter

To me. 

I don’t care for much.

I watch things pass.

Letting them last

However long they want to.

I’ve looked through the past

Scoured through

All the memories

I’ve had to

Look more than twice at.

What once moved me 

To my feet

Or too my knees

Has no longer that effect

On me. 

Maybe it’s the work of time,

Or my consciousness moving on.

Regardless.

The things that haunted me,

Don’t, anymore. 

I feel I’ve looked back too long. 

Still walking those halls, 

Past the cement

Feeling that torment.

I’ve over welcomed the pain.

Embracing the change

It had on me. 

Other, hurtful things too

Have stayed

Silently pleading to people

With rage. 

I remember that

On many occasions

There was a girl

That wished to be saved

But said nothing

And stayed. 

How stupid of me. 

But moving on. 

I’ve seen

What these things

Do to me.

To look back

Is to come back

Bored. And bothered.

I’ve realized.

I don’t want to do that. 

I am in another place

Another space

A different plane 

Of existence.

A new chapter I suppose. 

I’ve turned the page.

Stopped rereading the

Same few chapters

to understand why.

There’s nothing

To understand.

What happened.

Just is.  

Nothing will change that.

So after so long.

I am ready to move on. 

What happened has happened

What’s gone is gone

I am here now.

And nothing is wrong.

I am not lost.

I am not wrong. 

I am not broken

Because of their songs.

I am me. 

I am okay.

I am myself

I am strong.

I’ve moved on. 

-- BlackFox