The door that closed behind me,
Is not the one my eyes see,
Because I know there is another door,
Entering which I can thrive and soar.
For I buried my past in the sands of time,
Threw away my shackles before beginning the climb.
The past, however, haunts my soul,
Says "You're not good enough to reach your goal."
Making it clear that the past is my foe,
And it is the present is with whom I should go.
Yes! I shall conquer this devil called the past,
For if I don't, it won't let me last.
I shall befriend the present with success in my sight,
With strength and wisdom, the future will be bright.
2 blog comments below
Nice poems Codegeek!
deanhills on Fri Dec 20, 2013 7:13 pm
Thank you very much, deahhills!
codegeek on Sat Dec 21, 2013 1:00 pm