Every time that I've tried to make a move, there comes my past. My worst enemy. I hate my past, I wish I could turn back the time and correct my past but mistakes are made to be corrected in the present not in the past. I've figured out the reason why many people never trust others, their past. It is because of my past that I'm writing this piece.
Dear past, I'm moving unto my future. What happened in the past, stays in the past. Let my present reign because there comes my future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem