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To My Ex – I’m Movin’ On

Submitted by M. Krause – Rebuilding Graduate

It was hard at first; the day I left I cried.
But I didn’t miss your hateful glares and I didn’t miss your anger.
I didn’t miss your snide remarks or your awful screaming.
I didn’t miss your put downs, your gossip and your lies,
I didn’t miss the yelling and the rolling of your eyes,
I’m Movin’ On

The pain it seemed would never end
The days and weeks were dark.
The tears they came when least expected
But they washed away the hurtful things
And I’m now soaring high on eagle’s wings,
I’m Movin’ On

It’s still hard sometimes to be alone
Some days drag on forever,
But my life gets better every day,
I’ve now found others just like me
And I know my friends can clearly see,
I’m Movin’ On

I’ve learned to forgive but not forget
And hope you’ve done the same,
Life is too short to hold a grudge
There is so much of it left I want to live
And to you there is nothing left to give,
I’m Movin’ On

I’m Movin’ On to a whole new world
Like my life is all brand new.
It’s a choice I did not want to make
But I’m Movin’ On to a better place
With peace and happiness and grace,
I’m Movin’ On

I hope you are too

ARISE

Tell me who I am.

Imaginary words form, but catch

in my throat; they drown

waiting for your consent.

My lover spoke and said to me,

“Arise my darling,

my beautiful one, and come with me.”

Comfort me. My sagging eyes

and spine are old,

contorted like a trapped animal. Mostly,

heal my hate

with your fleeting luxury.

See! The winter is past;

the rains are over and gone.

Flowers appear on the earth;

the season of singing has come,

the cooing of doves

is heard in our land.

I am not unlike a child, wilting

in the thick air,

looking for your sign of relief.

The fig tree forms its early fruit;

the blossoming vines spread their

fragrance.

Arise, come, my darling;

my beautiful one, come with me.

This poem was written and contributed by a graduate of my class. She has given me permission to post this on my blog along with her essay that follows. It is her description of what it is like to have experienced a relationship in which she ended up realizing she was being used by the man she speaks of here.

I became what I hated. I gave up my power waiting for a man to tell me who I was.
Sure, I had an idea, but thoughts are just thoughts until they are validated.

The insatiable craving for validation and comfort led me down a difficult but worthy road of sifting through the true desires of my heart.

As women, it is paramount we understand our vulnerability. It is a beautiful trait; one we must have to be able to love. We cannot keep our hearts in a jar, starve it, and ignore the allure of our most precious quality. Understanding our vulnerability involves knowing who we are, where we came from, and where we are headed. When we know our worth and intricacies of our innermost places we can take refuge in this knowledge.

Acting on this knowledge and understanding becomes the testament to our worth. It is this action that brings freedom, stillness, and healing. It’s not grand sweeping gestures or epiphanies that lead us there; it’s the teeny tiny choices we make that build on each other over time allowing us to recover what we have lost. In the end, giving peace and a hope to sustain us.

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