Amy laid on her bed,
in a Old, 1960s, motel,
A lot had gone wrong at home,
It was time to be movin' on.
She had waited for this day,
Waited for so so long,
But now it was night one,
And she had no clue where to go,
Yet it was time to move on,
Flashbacks of what had left her on the run,
They came rushing back.
That sister who lost it,
That final episode,
That made Amy save up to leave,
Cause it was time to move on,
How the rapidly tossed her luggage and rifle into the truck,
Then she just rode off.
It was time to move on,
So she got off the motel bed,
And dialed the number of a old friend,
Explaing why she had to run,
And the secret they would hold,
Even as she was movin' on.
Its hard but eventually you will. Time heals and that's an assurance. Thanks for this.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! Pain will be heal in time. Thank you for sharing this uplifting words.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we need time for us to evaluate things. For us to learn!
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