Moving On

Poem written when I decided it was time to wake up and take a fresh look at my life.

I sit alone on the edge of life

My legs dangling over a dangerous sea.

Is this the quickest way out, or is a knife?

Either way, this is the end of me.



But then I think of the hurt I would cause

And how my memory would be resented.

My concerns have made me pause.

My death has been prevented.



I rise to my feet but I am unsteady

How do I carry on from here?

I take a deep breath for now I am ready,

I have cried my final tear.



It is time to learn who I am

And leave feelings of doubt and dread.

I am breaking through this dam

From now on I only look ahead.



I feel good and my head is held high,

I take energy from my self belief

I know I’m no longer living a lie

And I embrace the sense of relief.



For once I feel like I belong

I took on the battle and I am winning

I know I’m cared for and I am strong

So it’s not the end, it’s just the beginning.