As life moves quickly,
It is to no surprise
That we are constantly faced with change.
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.
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.