I grip the past firmly
nestling it in my palm
A wistful sigh escapes me
as I try to soothe it with no balm
Balled up in my fist
the memories shrink by day
Flaring only momentarily
as my eyes beginning to mist
I hold on so tightly
to a maddening game
To win this
I must discard or give away
Either keep those dimming memories
snuggled in my grasp
Or release them to the universe
and step bravely away from my past
