The past
is never
finished business
a scourge
an invisible bridge
that crosses over
to the present-- bolder
than the self itself
screams to unseat reason
its anger would not compromise
even with the sanest advice
restless in every season
cries foul in vengeance
of wrongs perceived
of justice's miscarriage
turns over every episode
re-reads every page
of one's life-chronicle
in rancour---no image
could be harsher than its visage

but as for me
my case I'll rest
friendship or enmity
hatred, faked love
promises unfilled
of the faithless and unworthy
the world's inhumanity
even the cruel hand of destiny
I'll set aside---it's all history

this then
shall be
my moment
of truth
the past forgotten
I've come to my own
I'm enlightened
reborn
happy
free!