by Andrea D. Hutchinson

Created on: April 09, 2009   Last Updated: August 12, 2009

The past, it is behind me,
Unsightly and grotesque.
The pain, the angst,
The horror,
Behind me,that is the best.

Though painful, yes, that it was.
I brought it forward for a time.
Now all of it, I leave behind.
My heart, my mind, my spirit, within.
That is what is forward now.
Never looking back, to who I was and how.

The past it was a tragedy,
The affect a true travesty,
That had effect upon the personality.
Now, who and what I am today,
Is greatly who I was. Yet now,
I am whole and free to love .

The past, it is behind me,
Sadly my family, they are too.
I leave them there, where it is they live,
But I can no longer live there, too.
I love, I miss and yes, I long,
For a love that never was.

My past it is now behind me.
Behind me, is who I was.

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