There's no real way to cut all the ties,
Of memories and experiences that shaped us.
Letting go of the past is akin to escaping one's shadow.
Hidden in darkness, left seemingly free
But light reveals that it isn't that easy.
Memories can be intrusive,
Like neighbors that want to talk when you're in a hurry.
The mind left to wander goes where it will,
Never standing still.
Even dreams can be the enemy of peace.
The past is haunting until our last breathe.
The sweet release of death.
Yet, there are other ways to describe the process.
Accepting the past starts a mental digestion,
Of all the trauma ingested,
Throughout life's journey,
The pain and the worry.
Moments trapped in time that can never be changed,
But these ghosts can change no matter how long they last for,
From a demon to Casper,
Not meant for...