Reoccurances Poem by Tina P..

past keeps becoming what is now present
sitting beneath the tree in its shadow of fear
a need to walk in the light once more
hands reaching out to what used to seem so near

like a little girl watching her beloved balloon
fly away, drifting into the open sky
feeling pain, missing what was once in her clutch
all because of the ability to lie

creations of many with diverse reasoning
completed actions can never be undone
careless mistakes along with what once was thought
now becoming the wise one is the son

faith in the facts and the dreams
being able to stand up from under the tree
but fear still surrounds the atmosphere
pressure and weight causing her to take a knee

the sun can only come out when the clouds are gone
persistent memories force them to stay
and shade the mind of the sun and earth
if only they could just fade away

a battle fought from within
every direction and point taken
the trust back in play
she must have been mistaken