Fissured Past, Fixed Future

I walk the line, 
A fissure on the hard concrete, 
It stares at me, as if its impassible gaze is meant to transfix me.  

My past comes back to haunt me, 
All the anxiety, depression and low self esteem resurfaces, 
I look up. 

It's a brand new day, 
I ignore the flawed surface, 
It's not me anymore. 

I know where I am now, 
I march on my own path, 
The future awaits, bold and bright.

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Imagine walking on top of a single brick width wide wall that is so high you can't see the bottom on either side - if you look back you will fall off! The best thing to do is keep looking forward - just like you have eloquently and poetically written; the route ahead will soon broaden your horizons!