Done

The past can hinder
it can hurt and
taint today and your
tomorrows

the past can’t paint
your life in colors
that you can feel but
that others see as a
much different shade

the past can be the
cross you bear
the hat you wear
a welcome companion
or unwelcome intruder

the past lurks, watches
sometimes smirks,
smiles unforgivingly,
frowns with displeasure
can be coolly detached
cockily taking the lead

the past is just like you,
only finished

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About poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 to help rebuild the worst public school system in America. It is a huge challenge to say the least. Now, after ten years, I have returned home to my native Midwest. Writing - in many different forms and ways - has saved me untold thousands in therapy bills throughout the years. Reading my writings may do either the same - or just the opposite - for you. Read at your own risk, as I do not offer writer malpractice insurance. ;-{) I hope you enjoy what you read here.
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