This Thought.

The past is a funny thing.

It’s really got me thinking,

If it’ll always be seen corruptly.

Why can’t I look behind me and smile?

Instead I look forward and think “it’ll be a while,”

Until I overcome this obstacle.

When will I look back and not feel so hostile?

I want a happiness for my past,

And not gloom whenever I’m asked

What’s made me who I am,

Anyways who gives a damn

Why I’m me in the first place?

What matters is that I am, and for that I say grace.

Because I haven’t been corrupted by this world,

Instead it’s made my heart unfurled.

It’s grown in size.

It doesn’t hide in disguise,

Anymore.

No, the past hasn’t destroyed my soul.

Just the memory of it,

Sometimes drags me into a pit,

Of remorse.

But it doesn’t last long,

Until I realize it was all wrong.

Because if it wasn’t, my past would be my present,

And not something I resent.

Instead my present is my future,

And my past is history.

For that I should be thankful,

That today I am whole

Of nothing but love,

Because of the lessons I’ve learned,

And the stripes I’ve earned.

Meant To Be.

There’s a reason why the past is the past,
If those relationships were meant to last…

They would,
They could

When something is meant to happen,
It will
When people leave your life,
Let them
Because if they really loved you, they’ll return
And apologize for the lesson it caused them to learn

But those who don’t come back,
They deserve nothing more than the remembrance of everything they lacked

Hold on to the memories,
But don’t dwell
Remember them as just the “old friend” story to tell

Certain people are meant as a temporary fill, to mold you into who you are
The time they walk with you, it’s not meant to be too far

So let them move on with the life they choose to live
And forget everything of yours you decided to give

It’s time to clear the pain you feel
And let yourself heal