My past is my poems. My future is my story.

Trying to find the words to say who I am
when it's good and it's bad and it's so far away,

Could I ever move on from the past I once had
could I learn to forgive and forget my old ways?

Seeing a face or hearing a name
Triggers the thoughts in my head;

Paranoia releases, slowly drives me insane
Dreams and nightmares, still safe in my bed.

Saving myself from the truth that I feared
I escaped from a future I'd not known;

I ran away from the hurt and the desperate pain,
I was lonely when I wasn't alone.

There's no rhyme and no reason
to feeling so low
It happens and affects your whole being

You're out of the blue
and you're cured and it shows
But memories are stronger than feelings

My future is bright like the stars I call friends
They're content and giving and kind,

The beauty within leaves me forever in awe;
Such legends are so hard to find.

Would you go back to the place that you once called home
Until you found out it was more like a cell,

Part of a prison that kept you locked up
Your identity hidden and your life a sweet hell?

I don't want to go back, I want to forget
But can I, will I ever be free

My life is a wonderous journey of promise
Except for that hole inside me.

There's no rhyme and no reason
to feeling so low
It happens and affects your whole being

You're out of the blue
and you're cured and it shows
But memories are stronger than feelings

The hole grows bigger every day I forget
The past slips away a little more,

I know I will lose it and the memories fade
Of that I am completely sure;

But thinking of all these days that have passed
Makes me think of the more that will be,

I'll get my fresh start, maybe even tomorrow
And the day after that, well, we'll see!

Nobody's perfect and I'll have my mistakes
I'll make new ones and I will grow old,

The past is a poem that flows out of my pen
The future brilliant stories untold.