Getting Past The Past Poem by Richard Goolsby

If only we could get past,
The heartache and tears,
Of love that's been lost
That's given us fears.

The fear to move on,
And let someone in,
That may break down this wall,
For a new blossom to begin.

Why do we push away,
The things that could be right,
Not given them a chance,
Or finding out what might.

What might be real,
To our hearts be dear,
It this mean ole nasty thing,
This thing they call FEAR!