This path I walk
is one laden with pebbles of memories.
Steps made in the present,
bring to fore the very actions of the past –
its fears and tears,
Struggles and dreams.
I shake with excitement
as I peruse the contents of that old abandoned album
where my past was photographed and securely kept.
I see me – the fearful me,
too afraid to smile for fear of doing it the wrong way
for fear of letting the lips get far apart
and risk a tear.
I saw that me,
a package of everything not confident.
Yet, I also see that me –
a warrior, a conqueror
pulling down obstacles,
seizing victories, capturing strongholds.
the past still wants to live
although the present owns today.
But the past fights with it for ownership of this moment.
The future watches
unsure of what its fate is –
whether it will be or not.
The past has lived its fate already
but strives to ‘unlive’ it by means of regrets;
and so the present is filled with hindrances,
barriers and mountains of guilt
because the past has refused to let go.
However, the power rests in me
since I decided what happened in the past,
I now decide what happens in the present
and I create my future by inventing it.
Therefore, I bid the past gone,
the present be-lived
and welcomed be the future!
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