The Past Ceases To Be

I used to get bitter once, when I could not have my way, I used to get lost, i forgot to let go... I am not wiser, nor better in any way, now, I go with the flow and yet, have learnt to stay. Swing, weave, smile and leave, I am just kinder now, having hurt enough, Kinder to myself Kinder to the world. My heart has been an open wound, but it does not fester as it once did, I might never heal, but I have chosen to let go of the hurt, I preserve my silence, chase my dreams, Pick myself up, dust off and run along, Even as the past ceases to be.