If I Could Change My Past
If I could change the past
I would change these shoes
All worn, and stained
But, what about my scars, would I have to change those too
I really can't remember how I got them,
Why can't I remember this?
But my scars won't leave,
I've scrubbed, washed and tried to mask it
A change I can’t control
There is my dress, it has many holes
And a few stains, but I didn't have anything else then.
My hands grew weary, carrying those barrels
Day in and day out.
My wrinkles on my face won't leave,
I've tried holding the back with tape, but even that doesn't work.
Can I ?, can I actually change my past
Nothing seems to work, hopeless I feel
Looking into the mirror, tears running down my face, why can't I change?
Why don’t these new shoes help? Why can't the silk dress I bought, cover my pain?
The makeup doesn't fill in the wrinkles, it makes the scars worse
Why, oh why, Is anyone able to help me?
“No don’t”, because if the past changes, It would change the present, and nothing can change me
The past cannot be picked up and thrown away, as much as it hurts
My past is building my future
I see it the mirror every morning
Copyright © Michelle James | Year Posted 2016
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