Breathe out poetry Tuesdays

The Past is Not Dead

“The past is not dead. It is not even past.” ~ William Faulkner

Definitely not dead
nor a ghost that haunts us
the past is right here
right now
stepping up to slap us in the face
when we least expect it

Or even worse
Sneaking up, silent as a moth
alighting in hair
or on an arm
so light we barely feel it
but heavy with the weight of years
of joy and pain
like a boulder bearing
on our shoulders
tethering us to the eath
to the past
to our younger selves

Not dead, nor buried
only waiting


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