Dear past, let me move on. I am no longer your lost and poor soul. I am no longer your victim nor will I be a bystander. For every single day of my life, I have carried your weight on my shoulders as though you were a safety blanket. You were all that I knew. You were all that I experienced. But this trauma, this anxiety, this hole in my heart does nothing for me so please let me move on. I know that there are some nights that I sit in my bed when I am alone and I dwell, I ponder over the what ifs but, I want to be done with you. I’m over you. I don’t wish any bad, I don’t carry hate, nor do I carry resentment. If anything, I carry you in my heart and I will be thankful for the pallet that you have handed me because you taught me how to transform my dark nights into bright skies. You see, I no longer see darkness in the sky. I see galaxies. I see beautiful stars that shine as bright as the twinkle in my eyes when I sit in my bed and realize that I am no longer sad for you.
Past, I am no longer sad for you and I will no longer run from you. I will hold you next to me and I will remember that if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be where I am today.