A Conversation With The Past

Looking toward the mirror

Everything behind me

Try to forget

But it comes back


I am your scars

I am your traumas

I am your failures

I am your disappointments


You won’t go away

You haunt me every night

You cling on to me

You just won’t let go


Yet, I am your successes

I am your victories

I am your accomplishments

I am your achievements


I don’t wish for those to go

They should stay with me

In my dreams

And when I reflect



For those blessed with memory

You cannot pick and choose

Both the good the bad made you

Without either it wouldn’t be you in the mirror


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