Gift Thief

A Poem by Ammy Greaves

"Let the past be the past"
Only if it were that easy
To lock the ghost back in their time coffins.

They resurrect so often to tease you,
Haunt you,
Beat you,
Defeat you
Make your present seem less of a gift
But a time hell that your stuck in

Don't think about now
Think beyond the now
Your future depends on your past
Every crafty work, every broken glass
Maybe all decisions need not to be thought through
But important ones shouldn't come out of the blue.

Bug then again the past is the past
You can't rewind your hourglass
Running and denying it doesn't change a thing
A mistake was made, learn from it

Admit your wrong
Accept your mistake it makes you strong
Embrace your none closet 'cause it makes you brave
Doing this makes your future better, sounds kind-a-strange!
Your past isn't really there to defeat you, haunt or tempt
But to make a better future and a great present.

But your present and future May one day be your past,
And don't say one day you'll look back and laugh
Trust me! I speak from experience
Of doing whatever 'cause it'll be my past and can't affect my present

But fatally learnt that it did
My past took away my present, my gift.
Lying, denying and running from it made it worst.
When I was ready to accept it, I had already done the hurt

Don't stubborn your ears like I
Turn millions of blind eyes
Make important right choices
And when a mistake is made, embrace, don't lie about it.

I know, to have lost my love to my past
And then lying and denying to make broken the shattered glass.

Have keen ears for my past took my present, my bliss.
My love, the greatest gift.

Done by: Amesha
Greaves
19/12/13