We all struggle with moving on.
Plenty of fish in the sea and plenty of advisors when heartbroken
But the pain shoots back the moment they turn around.
And in solitude, we all struggle with moving on.
The world could lend its love and consolations
And assure we’re worth so much more
There could be plenty of options right ahead
But we all struggle with moving on.
It’s a hollow we attempt to fill with other pieces
And sometimes it works, most times not
For days along the dread lingers on
And we all struggle with moving on.
The feeling of being insufficient
To someone who’s probably deserved much less
There’s a knowledge that things will eventually get better
But we still struggle with moving on.
In times of crying out in isolation
And wishing we weren’t as vulnerable ever
In prayers for strength to move on
We all struggle with moving on.
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