The Past Is Part Of You Poem by Ojok Isaac

You were alone, in you room
Looking silently, in your computer
With your eyes closed,
You were seeing your life.

And you saw those mistakes:
That makes your heart, sick
You felt a gust of pain in your aorta
You felt embarass, cried like a baby
And you started, pressing the keyboard
To edit those awful things
And you delete to edit

The pain's synthesizing
Just like spider web forming nylon
It can't go, it just get worst

The past is just part of you
You realize
Trying to edit or delete
Is like cutting off one of your finger

Though you try to change
The world still sees it as part of you
Like you face, like your nose
That they just see one
And recognise you

And you boot your computer
With your eyes open
Ready to carry the past, like part of you
And do the right thing
And let the world edit and delete it for you