Liberation Poem

Let us All Take This Moment We walk with the past, eat with the past, and hate the past.Ohh...wait other times we recall the pastfor it is all stuck with uslike wood with glue.It has just been part of us everywhere we go,the past feels like the twin attached to our lives.Sometimes, the past is filled with great memoriesof joy and happiness shared with those we love.At times, it is a bucket, a big bucket filled withtears, sorrow, nightmares, and implacable loseto those we deeply cared about.