I felt like I was living
in yesterday
with the past burning so brightly,
so clearly before me,
and all the walls of today
fall down.
And I remember then
as I often do,
and regret tears
at my heart.
And then yesterday fades,
and here I stand with tomorrow
holding my hand.
I have come a long way,
and time is my witness.
There are days
when I wish to turn the clock back,
change what I did wrong,
and live another life,
but I must live this one.
This is my life,
and even with the visits of the past,
nothing would ever change the history
that I have left behind.
This is me living in today,
and the walls fall down.

Trace Back
by, Melissa R. Mendelson