Pushing Through It All

My past is like ripped pages of a novel.

I write on my palm

Forbidden words I would never say aloud

In this world, so naked

Stripped from my true feelings

Having to find myself from the suffocating crowd

I've asked myself repeatedly 

If I was worth it all

As soon as I make up my mind of throwing it all away

My memories play back to me

Like a slideshow on a projector wall

My eyes flitter

The metal taste never escaping my lips

I have so much to say,

So much to give

Why do I always have regrets?

I guess your past is only footsteps behind you

But sometimes I want to be left alone

I'm capable of making my own decisions

Always paranoid of darkness returning 

And swallowing me into it's home.

I've made a lot of mistakes

But I have learned from them all

Moving on, I've made my peace

Looking forward to life, I have my dreams...

And I will achieve them

Doing what ever it takes.

Reviews

[Amata Luna]

Gee, this is a very good poem. The start gave me the sad feeling of regret over threading on the past but the next verses seem to glimmer with hope and light in the future. Truly, the past is only footsteps behind and all we have to do is step forward to move on. You've played your words and your emotions well. Great job.