Do not compare me to your past

The mountain he climbs may be
where I once fell;
and now I may walk in a valley
the river he navigates may be
where I once drowned;
and I may have swum ashore
the forest he explores may be
where I once was lost;
and now I may live in a tree

Though I am a victim of my past,
I will stand again; but,
I have buried my mistakes,
the grave is unmarked,
without any flowers,
but prayed over in silence;
it is gone
forever

And though I am not afraid
it is upon a new path that I will walk;
and would you,
if I asked,
trust whatever it is that I seek,
or would you,
only wish to relive the memories he left behind?