Pushing Past the Past
By Kim Cardello
These feelings of dread, sorrow
so overwhelming it’s hard not to cry.
You cast me aside carelessly
I fold myself inward like the waves
we watched once, freely hand in hand
Moving forward is hard
there is too much pushing and pulling,
my emotions taking me back
but my heart nudging me forward.
One day it’ll be easier,
treading on the water;
this boundary, keeping me from drowning,
sweeping me to solid ground
where I can bask in the sun again
without remembering you.
