A Past So Present

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I must relinquish my distant past,

For it brings me tears and sorrow,

And laughs in the face of tomorrow,

Eroding every hour, like a manic clown,

Mistaking my truth,

Imprisoning my thoughts,

Drowning my heart with regret.

I must let go of the tainted window,

That looks out to a field of tears,

Limiting my life,

Paralysing my dreams,

Like the silence of a tragic night,

The past lives in the present,

And isolates my smile,

With memories so raw,

I cannot retreat my soul,

From the unbearable pain.

This past is defined,

Carved in the blanket of time,

Like a precious stone,

That never dies,

I will forever live,

Beneath these turbulent skies.

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Wallis May Streete
Wallis May Streete

Written by Wallis May Streete

Mother of three. Freelance writer. Poet. Lyricist. Dreamer. “We are all a little bit lost, a little bit broken. Travelling through this journey called life".

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