The past is a frozen tundra
Immovable and unchangeable
There is only now
This present moment
To live in the knowledge
I have gained
I allow the past
To drift away
On the ocean of tears
I have cried over marks
I have missed
And cherished dreams
I have failed to
To manifest
Today I make peace
With the Present
And arise from the frigid waters
Frozen fingers aching to weave
A new beginning
From all the frayed ends.
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Thanks for this. I know the past is an unwieldy thing, but your excellent poem includes the hope and craft of futurity –that the past is always under construction. Best wishes for this new year.
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Hi Geo! Happy 2019! Thank you for your wonderful comment. Really glad to reconnect with you. Please leave me your blog address.
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What a beautiful wish for the new year, MW. To thaw and weave our new days with love. ❤
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Thank you, D! All things good to you in the new year! I’m a big fan of your writing! ♥️
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This is beautiful Wintermoon…!
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Thank you, Rob! I appreciate your feedback. Best wishes to you. 😊
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