We all have a past

A poem of healing

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

It’s hard at times to relive the past

It rises at times and continues to last

It holds you like the walls of a prison

But be confident in your walk, for you have risen

I know of these things that keep you down

For I, at times, still wear that crown

Persevere, my friend, there is hope to be found

When you cry out, the right ones will hear your sound

So, look around, and you will find comfort from others

Because we all have a past, but we are still your brothers

Thank you for reading.

MargaretGypsy, hopefully, you will accept this piece as a companion to your recent piece titled Stop Apologizing.

This poem was originally published in March 2023.