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People from the Past

This poem is about reflecting on life.

By Amanda ZylstraPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
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There is a reason why people from your past don't make it into your future.

We are balls of constant spinning energy.

We move so fast we can't see ourselves being pulled in a different direction.

The doors we close today.

No matter how hard.

Will open up new doors for us tomorrow.

There is a brighter future if we let change in.

If we question our actions and look to improve our outcomes.

Only some people are on the same wave we are riding.

Only some souls follow the same path.

Others are bumps in the road we must overcome.

Temporary voices in our lives for good or for bad.

They are obstacles at our dispose that will prevent us from evolving.

The tears we cry today will be dry tomorrow.

We will lose lovers, friends, and family.

Death feeds on the living.

Each of us has an hourglass with our own sand.

We only have so much time on this earth.

We only have so many years to learn our life lessons and move on.

Some will never learn life lessons and will move in constant circles.

Where others will seem to have a seamless path.

We can make our peace and close doors.

This does not mean we will open these same doors again.

Or make the same mistakes.

Only time will tell if we choose to reconsider.

Or if our paths will ever cross again.

It feels like a dead end road to me at times.

Watching others make the same mistakes over and over.

Watching myself make the same mistakes over and over.

Personal growth is in store.

Opening doors I was afraid to open.

Reaching out for help.

It's like rehab for your soul.

Recreating yourself from past versions.

Searching for the meaning behind it all.

Opening doors others closed for me.

Some people are set out to misunderstand you and twist your words into their own meaning.

Know when to walk away.

Know when to let their words fall on deaf ears.

Simply stop caring and they will find a new target for their bad behavior.

I am constantly evolving and looking to better myself.

Until the day I run out of sand.

Until the day I die.

*This poem is featured in Peeling Sanity Due for release in October 2018. Be sure to check out my other poetry collections on Amazon.

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About the Creator

Amanda Zylstra

Cat Lover, Poetry Writer, Tea Drinker, Skincare and Beauty Product Obsessed. Check out my poetry collection "Passing Skeletons" available on Amazon.

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