now I see much clearer.
No longer trapped in my mind,
able to think without fear.
Ships still sail through rough seas,
still hear demons dangling my trinkets.
Charms breaking free, escaping bracelets,
while climbing out windows left open.
Seeking freedom on new bracelets, how ironic.
If we want ourselves to be so free,
why do we hold on to possessions?
That's just part of life's lessons....
Let go of all things in the past,
and don't look to the future,
as then the present becomes the past,
leaving only the past
to last.
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Great picture! Interesting metaphor. The past does contribute to who we are, but it does not have to control us. We can move on. Sometimes we have to in order to survive. This is what your poem makes me ponder upon.
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