(Originally a note on my Facebook account, I have deemed it just that I share it here for it is, after all, the first poem I have written in my renaissance.)
Moving on, if a crime, has been done by thousands -
Letting go, Looking forward to a new sunrise
Staring at the sunset and memories it cries -
No! Nay! 'tis never been a crime to fall and stand
For one to think it is wrong is to think wrongly
To consider stagnancy a choice so prudent
Staying on the same ground nostalgic'ly fervent
Making thineself believe 'tis what's happy, merry
Yet to fall and to stay is a heftier crime
Not to the people 'round whose eyes are fixed on thee
Nor to the society; Nor to your pedigree
But to thineself whom you owe every bit of dime
Charades, Pretentions, Masquerades all sorts of games
Can conceal your yearning to go and move forward
But 'til when can toilsome travesties hold your guard?
Thus, readiness to move forward comes with no shame
So to you whose heart once broken is now in whole
Tell no more fiction stories nor share filtered thoughts
If you've gone along, Go! for there's none to be fought
There's no point in pretentions; they're but shallow holes
Moving on, if a crime, has been done by thousands -
Letting go, Looking forward to a new sunrise -
Erase thine shame and thine shams and shed no more lies
For moving on is a Gift, a Crime it is not
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