Today i decided the past can't haunt me forever.

So i looked at the notes and scribbled words,
that represented who i was,
a bit more than a year ago.
And i wished to wash them away away,
in the wistful waves of an of forgetting.

But i recently learned,
that forgetting will do me no good.
Because the things that are forgotten continue to crawl there way back,
and try to tear through the holes in those paper thin walls,
that you build just to block them all out.

So instead of forgetting,
I tore up the fragments of old thoughts,
that i had once scribbled out so carelessly.
And burnt the cold stony documents,
that they said depicted a better future for me.

as I looked at the tiny shards of paper,
covered in crumpled up words.
and watched the hot hungry flames,
eat up the cries of the past.
I saw the once so meaningful sentences,
fall apart into meaningless words.
and I watched the things that I filled with so much contempt,
crumble to ashes and dust.

I felt that chapter of my book has been finished.
The last open door has been closed.

I know that the past will come back to me,
time after time, after time.
But I think there are already enough ghosts in the world,
that I can let go
and no longer be haunted  by mine.