I keep trying
to forget the past.
To leave all the hurts
buried deep
on that old,
empty road.
The place where
I was deserted,
left choking on remorse.
But everybody
wants answers,
and nobody understands
that I can’t breathe.
And when I’m forced
back on that road,
I can’t heal
or even catch my breath.
The air over there
is stifling.
And so many
broken dreams
are still dangling
in the wind.
I can’t keep
reaching out,
grasping hopelessly
at those lifeless strands.
So please,
I’m begging you,
let’s just leave the past
to live where it died.
Or else this life
won’t be worth living
at all.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/people-woman-walking-hike-trek-2569740/
Beautifully penned 💙
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Thank you 😊
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Beautifully written and thought provoking piece. Certainly resonates with myself. Living in the past does truly only hold us back from life. 🖤
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Thank you… 😊
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A great poem! Could extend to bring wisdom to our time as well!
dwight
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Very true! Thank you… 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Beautiful. Life’s a dead end if we hold on to the past.
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Thank you ❤️
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This one resonates with me even though I can’t explain that. Either way, I like it!
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Thank you… might just be our age. I think most of us are just over it as this point in our lives. Either way, it’s good to let go of all the stuff that keeps us stuck.
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Such a touching and evocative poem Michelle
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Thank you so much, Sadje. ❤️
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A pleasure 🙏
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