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Jun 2023
how does one escape the ceaseless grip of reminiscing about "what once was," entangled in a web of words and memories? how does one break free from dwelling on the immutable, unable to alter who i once was? amidst the passage of fleeting years, akin to a rapid flutter

elusive, unpredictable, selfish

self-less, clear, calculable

what once was, is
the past is rigid, immutable, ineradicable
fixate on what is in front of you
i've been stuck in the past a lot since coming home from europe. reminiscing on the old me. i miss her. wishing i handled situations differently. wishing i didn't loose who i once was.
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