Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems

Moving On

Deb Kosmer

It's what everyone wants me to do.
They all think that I should.
But no one tells me how.
Moving On
Is it some kind of trip?
Does it require a destination?
I hardly have any energy
to be where I am.
Where would I feel more?
Moving On
Away from how I am now?
Away form all I have known?
Away from my pain?
Away from your death?
But where could I go
that all of this
would not go with me?
Nowhere, I think.
Now, if only they'd leave me alone.
When I am ready
I will feel my own way.
to move on . . .
While taking you along . . .

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