Storms Left To Leave Gone Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Moving on.
From the storms.
Left behind.
To leave them gone.

Too many flooding tears cried.
Through excuses made and alibis.
Drowning out all reasons why,
A happiness to deserve it...
Was less important,
Than prioritizing...
A giving away to volunteer,
My life...
To survive and thrive.
Had been an honorable sacrifice.
Devoted to being disrespected.
Regardless who tried,
Convincingly this was a selfishness.
My own happiness wished.
Achieved to receive and get!

Moving on.
From storms left to leave gone.
To do.
Done.
Left behind to leave the B.S.
Without regret, remorse.
Or that crap to carry on my back!