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.
Copyright © Girish Gokul