Smile Turned Downside Up

Moments of despair with anguish and resent unroll, With the touch of some cold memories and decontrol, They crumble my heart and I feel ruffled again. As ripples when they waveringly resurface, I try and held myself against them and brace. Once again I play a silent war with stories of the past ; I fight to resist them so as to efface and off I can cast. I release slowly what I carry along yet but within.. For I know I need to ascend from the hollow baggage in. It can't be a thing of tomorrow and I need to overcome, For I know what's gone shouldn't affect what is to come !