Memories

I wrote this poem a long time ago when I was struggling to release myself from the spellbinding trance of my past.

A little backstory

Sometimes we get stuck in the past. You try to pick your feet up and keep moving forward, but it feels like your feet are stuck in concrete and cannot be lifted. It appears as if it is impossible to break through that feeling, but I realized, the hard way, that I can’t receive anything of value from cycling the past in my memory over and over again. No matter how grand or un-grand it was. I also noticed that the cycling stopped when I un-guilted myself and forgave myself and other people. Unless I plan on finding a way of going back and changing the past I have to move on. Our life line is in the present. It is grabbing onto our breath in the moment and staying connected to it.

Stuck in this mind

The maze is unclear

Doubt in every corner

Waiting to erupt

Keep moving

Then look back

Harness those memories to enhance

Don’t stay in sorrow’s trance

Keep grabbing the next breath

As if your life depends on it

There is something bittersweet about reminiscing

If you’re not careful

It’ll stagnant and stunt you

XO,

Laveet