By- Traci Taylor
My past has a way of creeping into my present
there’s the constant desire for that bittersweet taste
Memories collide into one and it feels inescapable
Each day requires more strength than the previous,
cold days are only deceivably peaceful
warm days overwhelmed by the sun are easier.
My own past is an archive of reminders.
In an objective mindset my present self is stronger
long gone are my days of a liquid courage mirage.
Life can appear easy and within seconds it feels burdening.
With my eyes closed I find the courage.
My present overshadows and I can breathe again.