As life moves quickly,

It is to no surprise

That we are constantly faced with change.

With change

Comes peace.

With change

Comes suffering.

With change

Comes conflict.

I stroll through the days of old,

Recognizing how conflicted I was

When I chose to let the love go.

Each night I tossed,

Each night I turned,

Feeling unsure of my decisions,

Unsteady every time I dragged my legs from the bed

And forced myself to keep moving.

Today,

I walk happily through the days of new,

Giving thanks for my peace of mind

And my allowance to let a new love in.

I no longer toss,

I no longer turn.

I feel a sense of security

And a sense of pride in my decisions.

I walk steadily,

As I no longer have to force myself to keep moving.

I am no longer conflicted.