A beautiful heartfelt poem of how the past is present and can be all part of our healing. ❤
The door heaved open exposing
the dark, dusty gloom of the past.
Walking into, and resting in each room
the light began to pour in from all
the love she feels in the present.
The past and the present began to live together.
Sometimes contentious, but with a newly learned respect.
Intuitively, she knew her present needed her past so she could learn, change and grow.
As a new season begins, she holds hands with her past, lives in the present, and rests.
Thank you for reading my memoir, Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph