The Past

A lament

I fear the slippery slope
I fear the gradual slide
I fear gravity’s grip
I fear what is behind

Is my past attached to me?
Are the chains still there?
Can I escape its clutches
Or more fruit will it bear?

I yearn for a future
Where I am free
No longer looking over my shoulder
For something chasing after me



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