Hurt Past Poem by Wendy Murphy

Often times I think of you
and grow a little sad
Moving on plays a corrupt role
Demeaning what we had

We learn by the roles we were given
When we tried to play by the rules
But nothing is as it seems
When you’re blinded by love like fools

I often wonder could it have worked
If we handled it differently
But would’ve could’ve are just words
Never part of the scheme

So the past molds us into what we are
And how we handle tomorrow
Slowly dissolving past regrets
And all the hurtful sorrow

Growing stronger, hoping longer
Gaining faith in what the future brings
The old cliché still rings true
That time heals everything