The Past and Me, Entwine
My life has been a tangled path full of death and pain,
I have lost everyone that I love, they are just names;
Engraved in stone and those left, I seldom hear from,
I got tired of being the one to call long, long ago.
Of course, if I could change my past there are parts,
That I would keep, like my true love and my baby boy;
And my parents and I would still have my big sister,
But, life is what it is meant to be, no one is forever.
God controls who lives and who goes to be with Him,
So, I accept all that but having said all this, I must say;
All that grief and sadness has made me a dark poet,
A poet must suffer and my life story is called Tears.
I stand before you to say except for those deaths,
There is not one thing I would change about my journey;
It all had a purpose, even my near death experience,
Once you have stood at the gates, you are changed.
So, although often I hang my head like a dying rose,
I accept my past for what it is, the sad and the happy;
And with the pain came an inner strength fathomless,
So, the past and me entwine and journey together.
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July 24, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/The Past and ME, Entwine
Copyright Protected, ID 07-811-407-24
All Rights Reserved, 2016, Constance La France
For the Standard contest, Change My Past
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron, Judged 08/2016
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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