#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
Those who destroyed and built me.

The swords I ran from ,
The obstacles I faced,
The failures I've come across,
The source of my scars are known
by you, only you.

So how?
How can they say they know me,
I've been hurted , hated many;
Have been destroyed;
Have changed and forgiven,
but every time I close my eyes
the pages of my old book come flying back .

The past may be late,
Time may have passed,
People may have perished,
Things may have changed,
I may have grown.

The pages of my old book hold my life,
Remind me I can be more,
It reminds what my yesterday held,
All may be gone but,
All cannot be forgotten,
remember the dreams you held and,
the future you planned.


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