In the quiet of the morning light,
I find a whisper of release,
A gentle nudge to move ahead,
Leaving behind the past’s embrace.

The echoes of what once was,
Fade softly into the night’s sky,
As I step forward, heart unchained,
To dance beneath the sun’s warm eye.

Every tear that carved my soul,
Now waters seeds of new belief,
In fields of dreams that yet unfold,
Where hope blooms beyond the grief.

With each breath, a page is turned,
A story fresh, unwritten, bold,
For in the art of moving on,
I find the courage to be whole.