Past lives, past loves, past mistakes.
Time has the tendency to latch on
Haunting our minds
lingering with us
memories surface in the subconscious
Floating amidst the present
Confusion
Attachment becomes
A pillar of salt
Memories don't live
don't hurt
like people do
The future depends on a
mapping of the past
Truth being, that
the past is not I
for I am only now
here, the present
What has happened
good, bad, indifferent
didn't make me, cannot make me
not without permission.
Release begets redemption
Letting go to
let me go.
iNi
have let go
NadYa Dee
love this!!
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