Moving Forward

I wonder what made her go circling back to the grey clouds of despair
After she had already sworn she was finished with the storm

Because here she is again, in the middle of anywhere and nowhere
Letting her heart break all over again, still waiting for it to heal

For isn’t it a common sound – the hammer pounding the same old nails
Or a painful drumbeat warning her away from the familiar song and dance

But maybe, this time, it will be different

She’s foolishly good at running into the battle, where her strength prevails
Yet it’s a futile battleground where she stands on repetitive sand

Her desperation for the difference to appear – the quiet foundation of her pattern

It takes as long as it takes – eventually, she returns to what she knows
Standing firm in what has always been hers

And through the pain, her heart and her love are what you’ll see
No matter how difficult moving forward may be