Moving On Poem by Faustina Marie

A thousand beads of water
Are shattered where I stand,
Half from my own eyes

The cool rain lulls me
With its constancy and
Gentle kisses

I am refreshed

Hurt has crawled through my body
And nested in my heart,
But I stand tall

As dust drips from the crops,
The last two years drip from my skin

Your touch, your taste, your warmth
Must all be washed away

I will be reborn
When this storm is done

I will carry on
With fresh flowers in my hair

Grateful words slip through my lips

I am all the stronger now