poetry

Break with the passed

There’s a past which remains constant and a past

which is passed.

Moving on, changing life, re-

patterning toxicity, requires us to live not in the

past but, rather, with the passed.

And understanding the difference is so bloody hard.

And dealing with its implications is so fucking

painful.

And I’m not sure any more that – even with help –

I’m ready to break with the passed.

 

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