Past Poem by Tiya Sen

how does it feel to have no baggages of the past?
how does it feel to know yesterday doesn't last?
does the weight on your chest vanish?
does the ache you harbor perish?
does your breaths cease to hurt?
does your thoughts stand cleaned of the dirt?
can you ever stop thinking ' what if? '
can you ever push your history off the cliff?
i sure don't know how much i'd resist,
a life where my past would not exist.
but i do wonder if it seems reasonable,
to hope for an undesirable past lead to anything desirable.