The Hardest Part

The Hardest Part short poem

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The hardest part of ending
Is starting over again
Troubled times buried in the past
And overcoming the pain

Staring at this empty room
A million questions fill my mind
Thinking back to happier days
Rather than how love can be so blind

Picking up the pieces
Of a heart that was so true
How do you fill the emptiness
Living a life avoid of you.

I know I need to move on
Though not an easy thing to do
Spend my days navigating an unknown path
That’ll guide me to something new

I see the way before me
Now where do I begin
The hardest part of ending
Is starting over again

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David Mason

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Been writing off and on since high school. Poetry, fiction, sci-fi, cartoonist, painting, pastels. Creative personality. Married twice now single. Always looking at the brighter side of life. Love making people laugh.
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