Sometimes

Sometimes,
It is better to walk away.
To walk away, and
to not turn back

To cherish the memories

For the way they were, and

for not what they are, or

what they could be

To believe in the good

For it accompanies the bad, and

the change might be

beyond disappointing

To free your soul

For broken shackles

no longer enchain you, and

you can breathe again

To see the light

For the horizon is vast, and

blinding dark lurks behind dawn

after every sunset

Sometimes,

It is better to turn your back

on what was loved

for a greater love awaits.