By Michael W. Raley
I try to move onto a hopeful future,
Only to find others continuously reminding me of the past.
Every failure, every misstep, and every mistake,
Is recalled with ultra high definition memory.
I’ve had to battle my own thoughts and anxieties on the subject
And I don’t need to be piled on like this.
I know what happened was traumatic and sudden,
But I can’t do anything about it.
We must adapt and accept the new reality,
My current scene in the great cosmic play of life.
Those old wounds will never heal
If you keep messing with the scabs.
Let us learn to dwell in the present
Because I don’t live in the past anymore.