Month: June 2022

the past has its way with me,
haunting my nights,
it finds the deepest recesses
of my unquiet mind;
planting seeds of doubt
it leaves me to wonder
at what I was,
if I’ll ever be free -

I know:
the past is passed,
I must let it be,
process its hurts,
forgive myself the pains,
but understand it made me,

and there’s no one else
I’d rather be.