The past

The past catches up to me,
hands me an old file,
and walks away without saying a word.

It takes a while for me to open the file,
not wanting memories to take over
and leave me unproductive for the night.

But when I do, I fall to my knees.
Pain, joy, terror, love, disappointment, and relief
all swarm me, taking a piece.

The file is one puzzle piece after another.
I try to put them all together
and form the person I thought I was.

But I’m only looking at a reflection of an old me,
someone I barely recognize anymore
with few dreams and goals in common.

I frame the finished puzzle
and place it on a bookshelf as a reminder
that I will change and that life will get better.

It already has.

Copyright © Robin LeeAnn

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