The Past
Filled with wounds and scars is my tormented heart.
The cause of my anguish is the events of my past.
Dark shadows that hunt me day and night
Follow me without rest.
I refuse to turn back and look
Fear runs in search of me and grabs me.
Im scared and filled with sorrowness
I prefer to not turn back and look.
Forward I walk a step-at-a-time
My future I do not know.
If Im sure of one thing that would be i can change my present.
Creator of my own destiny I am now.
My choices will become wiser this time.
Clever I shall be today.
I will act and not become motionless.
I stand walking forward slowly.
Fear laugh's in my face.
I face challenges everyday but i wont quit the on this battle.
Past is past and the present is present.
Overachiever Im becoming and proud I stand now.
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