The past

It’s time to cleanse the dust of the past

To remove the remains of old ruins

To let the sore wounds of so cold past bleed &heal

I have to stop looking back

And start looking forward

To leave the hurt in the cold past

The heaviness

And the guilt

That weighs me down

It’s time to let the old rest in the past

To embrace the brand new present

I used to look in the past

Found myself diving in the dirt of old wounds

Between the skeletons of my old self that I buried

Back in the past

And the hurt jumps in awakening the sleeping pain

Seizing my heart of its joy

It’s a scary place

Filled with loneliness

It’s empty and cold

I keep looking around and I see nothing

But darkness, voices whispering

And I see no one

It’s true when they say you can visit the past

But no one is there anymore

Only the memories

That brings nothing but pain

Maybe the past is supposed to stay in the past

Maybe I don’t have to keep revisiting the past

When all that you need is infront of your eyes

You keep yearning for the dead memories

Knowing very well it’s all gone

You keep hurting yourself

Taking yourself back to the past

And they’re not there

Memories hurts they said

But it’s better to put them at the back of your mind

And when you decide to visit the past

May it be for good memories only that’ll bring joy

Truth is the memories never fade

They find their ways to sting you up

And you feel the thorns stinging your heart

You get hurt all over again

The pain of several months feels like that of today

And I keep saying to myself

Leave the past

And live in the present

But I keep doing the opposite

Maybe someday I’ll finally find a way

To escape the cages of the past

I might flee away

And find my direction in the present

Till then I’ll keep trying

And trying

Till I finally master the art of it.