This Is The Art Of Moving On

It has been well over a year since we have broken up, but the feeling of not having you here is still so unfamiliar.

I wonder if you wonder how I’m doing. But to be honest, I won’t be surprised at all if you don’t even remember me. But I hope you know that I will never forget you. Because even if all the things we have done are nothing but a distant memory to you now, I will forever have them at the back of my mind. But don’t worry because they don’t hurt anymore. Instead, they feel warm. They remind me that at one point in my life, I was happy and I was loved and that I can be happy and I can be loved.

I admit that when you decided to fall in love with another soul, it felt like I have lost mine. And that, no matter how hard I tried, I could never find myself again. I tried cutting my hair because they said that it’s always the way to move on, but it didn’t seem to work for me. I’ve also tried writing poetry, but for some reason, no words were enough to describe the pain and the anger that I have felt. But now I realize that I was not given a voice to scream words of hate. I was given this voice and these poems, and these words so that I can love.

I walk around with my palms facing upwards; ready to catch all the love that the world rains down on me, even if sometimes there’s too much of it to carry.

I take off my shoes and walk barefoot across the room careful not to miss the lucky penny, even if sometimes I come across puddles.

I wash my face and keep my eyes wide open, not letting anything pass me by. Even if sometimes it gets exhausting.

I keep my head up high and listen to every little word said. I’ll rush to those who cry for help and keep the little secrets I did not mean to hear.

I will live my life full of love and ready to give it away.

Moving on will never be simple, especially when you’ve been so contented in where you are; you never imagined that you’d be taking a step in another direction. But if ever it’s time for you to leave the place where you’ve been hurt, don’t be afraid to leap because little birds learn to fly by falling down. So don’t worry because you have your wings, made of the people who have been there from the start. Your soul is within you, so stop searching for it in someone else.

You are yours before anyone else’s. And if anyone tries to tell you otherwise, then just love them because most of the time, that’s exactly what they have been missing.