Like a magical sight
Yet dim in my vision
blurred by the wicked past
but the line between them is thin
When I look into the future
I see a glowing glory
and I struggle to move further
but the past string pulls me back
It time I realise my mistakes
because I needed a clear vision
I needed pure light
Cause I have experienced enough darkness
I will appreciate the light because
I have seen enough darkness
I only needed someone to lead me
to get me through the thorny past
because am blinded by the past
I have decided to let go of the past
never let it affect my present
I embrace the future and look at
the past and say"you will never get the best of me".
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Default Title - Wild mind Poetry
PoetryA literally work born out of a wild mind (maladaptive nature).
