Next up is the Past

Do I still assign the blame
To the most innocent of all?
Do I hide away in shame,
The me that was so small?

‘Live in the present’ is laughable
‘Move on’ is just a joke
When memories are so palpable
They pummel and they choke

I refuse forsaking she
Who’s present is my past
I am - she - is me
I’ll fight for her at last

To forget is to be forgotten
Truth unworthy by decree
A voice unfairly trod on
This story belongs to me

 
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MargaretE.

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YWP Alumni

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