Something About Yesterday Poem by Collette Y Anderson Williams

There's something about yesterday
I'd rather bury.
You played my heart with your words; then, so cold,
You shattered mine.
You crippled my soul,
And my body became pregnant with exhaustion.

There's something about yesterday
I'd rather bury.
You said you loved me.
You promised you'd be there to catch me.
You swore you'd never leave,
But you lied.

There's something about yesterday
I'd rather bury.
So I taught my heart to embrace the pain.
Then, I encouraged my soul to be still.
After all, this, too, will depart,
so now I wait, believing.
There's something about yesterday
I must bury.