Peace with my past

Sometimes moving on from past traumas is difficult

There is a beast called my past,
Rearing its ugly head into my present,
Breathing into my future,
It haunts,
Robbing today of its peace and tomorrow of its joy.

I wish my mind was like a white board,
so I could erase the mistakes and dark marks with such ease,
Even though some memories go away,
the stain never fades,
the trauma always stays.

I need to move on,
Grab the bull with the horns ,
Face my fears head on,
open chapters that I long closed
and read the pages i crossed

But every single time I say I'm not ready,
I run away from my fears,
They told me time heals,
and maybe in time I'll yield
and make peace with my past

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Well penned. The only way to deal with our fears is to face them head on, but that takes mighty courage and we don't always feel equipped to make that move. Most of us have baggage we carry with us on our journey. It lurks on the background and rears it's ugly head every now and then.

Chris

[Light and ashes]

This is such a brilliant write.....especially for a newbie!
So good! I related to this more than I can express.
The past can be a tyrant and the worst taskmaster.
Bravo!
You get incredibly high marks from me on this write!
100

[barleygirl]

This is a lifetime journey & the goal isn't to erase the past. My childhood was fraught with abuse & little by little this part of me became integrated so that I'm a better person becuz of it . . . I wouldn't want to erase the strength & understanding these experiences built in me. But, getting back into the mindset of your poem, I did feel the way you describe for most of my life, as if ghosts of the past haunted & infected everything, which you describe in believable, palpable terms. Everyone has something s****y in their childhood closet & in time an abused or troubled person works thru it, then it's great to be a sounding board for others who are struggling thru it (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Vertigo Cat1111]

Awww, man isn't this true. ): I feel like everyone can relate to this, and you express it so beautifully in this poem. Those things you just can't forget, whether they be good or bad. You never MEAN to make mistakes, but you look back, and you realize what a mess you made. The last line is wonderful because they do say time is supposed to heal. But will it still heal if we keep running? Thank you for writing something so relatable, you did a magnificent job. (:

[ice_cubes]

It's a new one. What do you think of it?