I wrote about looking back,
With different story lines
Some have been about coming of age,
Some have been about coming undone,
Some have been about coming into your own.
These stories sounded like an existing mantra
With the past that reechoes and haunts me,
The present speaks and wakes me up,
And I become slightly new.
Looking back is a way to move forward.
The past should be a way to let go and move on.