A Conversation With The Past

Looking toward the mirror

Everything behind me

Try to forget

But it comes back

 

I am your scars

I am your traumas

I am your failures

I am your disappointments

 

You won’t go away

You haunt me every night

You cling on to me

You just won’t let go

 

Yet, I am your successes

I am your victories

I am your accomplishments

I am your achievements

 

I don’t wish for those to go

They should stay with me

In my dreams

And when I reflect

 

 

For those blessed with memory

You cannot pick and choose

Both the good the bad made you

Without either it wouldn’t be you in the mirror

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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