Treasure Island

inas essa


The past


Into my eyes you look,
But you never see me,
For I am not here!
My past is controlling me.
My past with all its pain and hurt,
My past where happiness could not take apart.
Memories are trying to thrash me,
They are soaked into my blood,
Since my childhood.
Now, I am tangled;
Can not step forward, can not go back,
Can not move at all.
It must be the middle of the story,
Which already had begun.
My fear says stay hear,
But my hope shouts; run.
Each holds an end, and I still
Cannot release myself,
Of that current chain.

Submitted: Friday, September 13, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013
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  • Patricia Grantham (9/21/2013 7:31:00 PM)

    Let go of the past and all of it's bad memories. Keep
    forging ahead to the future with great expectations.
    Nice write. (Report) Reply

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