Poem: Past/ Future

Where do I turn.

Where do I go.

Where do I look.

The past is creeping up and drawing me nearby.

I want to go, but I know my soul cannot bare it.

The hurt that the past has cause is also the cure for my future.

I try to make a change, but it always leads me there.

Can I make it without it?

The option is not clear.

The option is an open book that I cannot read.

I remember the things that made me hurt.

I also remember the joys of living.

When I think about it, I think about me.

When I think about what could be, I do not see me without it.

I see the people that made me love.

The people that made me whole.

I see the past, I also see that it is my future.