Breaking Free

Memories, like a ribbon
woven loosely
twisting, in and out
Come and go
in moments
fleeting
always with that doubt.

When will I stop believing
that the future is the past.
For if I can not change it
if it's course is ever true
if the words are never spoken
do I remain less broken
by seeking nothing new.

I did with what I had
and that was all I knew
with tears and pain
through years
I grew.

The past is gone forever
I stare at vast unknown
and if I did not have a past
I would not have grown.

A lifetime lies before me
although, I can't foresee
Do I allow the past to stop me
or say good-bye
I'm breaking free.

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