Past

It happened, but I choose to let it go.
I will focus on the path in front of me,
and take one step at a time.
It is all behind me, now.
But this long shadow stretches too far, and is rooted too deep, to be discarded. It is every brick in our foundation, even to the very earth. It is every lesson, learned and unlearned. It harbors only facts, although denied and forgotten. We have brought it with us, all the spoils, and every spoiled scrap of meat. We are all reluctant baggage-handlers. Our past is very much our present.