Shadows Of The Past Poem by david lessard

Shadows of the past reach out -
and try to bring me down,
but I'll sever them before they grow,
and they'll not be around.

Like a surgeon, I'll take a knife,
and I'll slice them all away,
nothing will survive my cuts,
no shadows will live this day.

It's like a cancer, so murder it,
it must die for you to live,
You must go on with living,
Forget it and forgive.

Take what's left and bury it,
The baggage weighs too much,
Leave it by the roadside,
Remove it from your touch.

Shadows of the past, reach out,
They're just a haunting memory,
I'll not miss them when they're gone,
They'll never be a part of me.