Reminiscing declined immensely.
There is no space for it.
Having grown in bitterness,
I am beyond looking back.
What is the purpose?
Moving forward,
I figured my life will be
Greatly changed.
I do not need the past
To distract me
From what lies ahead.
My proud eyes will be focused on
What will soon be;
Not what was.
I deserve
The hope trailing behind
All things new;
Not the dread creeping out
From behind all things aged.
