Mysteries and mistakes

Mysteries and mistakes

A Poem by Yasara

The past haunts me, the future troubles me

Fearful of the future that is wrecked with uncertainty,

dwelling in the past that is shrouded with mistakes

 

Every day I keep one step into the future that is a mystery

and one step backward in to the past of mistakes.

Unable to move I stand there stagnant and numb

How am I to move along and find peace in this ever-agonizing tug-a-war of the mysteries and mistakes?

I pray that for my sanity the answer will dawn upon me soon…...


© 2019 Yasara



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It seems you're new to w.c., so let me welcome you. Your poem has considerable angst, but if it helps, the reality is that both past and future are only illusions: they do not exist. What you call the past is simply memory colored by the pleasure of 'good times' or the pain of regret. You appear to have focused on the latter (which I understand, as there is much I could regret in my life, but to what purpose?) And you fear a future that will never come. All that really exists is the moment, and believe it or not, that is eternity. I learned as a young agnostic whilst drowning the reality of my soul, and that it exists always, without beginning or end, in, let us call it, an eternal moment. You cannot ever escape the moment, in this world or the next, because you cannot escape your soul; and, as I found out (the hard way), it doesn't really matter whether you believe in it or not.

Posted 2 Months Ago


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It seems you're new to w.c., so let me welcome you. Your poem has considerable angst, but if it helps, the reality is that both past and future are only illusions: they do not exist. What you call the past is simply memory colored by the pleasure of 'good times' or the pain of regret. You appear to have focused on the latter (which I understand, as there is much I could regret in my life, but to what purpose?) And you fear a future that will never come. All that really exists is the moment, and believe it or not, that is eternity. I learned as a young agnostic whilst drowning the reality of my soul, and that it exists always, without beginning or end, in, let us call it, an eternal moment. You cannot ever escape the moment, in this world or the next, because you cannot escape your soul; and, as I found out (the hard way), it doesn't really matter whether you believe in it or not.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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