Thursday, November 19, 2020

And she moved on.

 She sat there,

Doubting herself.

She was always angry,

but she was hopeful.

You see, she saw the one before her move on.

She saw the growth.

She saw the progress.

She saw the future.

With out him,

Doors opened.

With out the insecurities

She loved herself.

With out the heartbreak,

She could thrive.

With out the constant pain,

She was happy. 

There was hope. 

She sat there,

And she moved on.

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