The past is my Strength…
The past is my curse…
The past comes to my aid,
As it stalks me through the night.
The past gives me knowledge..The past discredits all that I attain…
The past is just so comfortable,
It makes me toss and turn.
The past is just a second old…Yet is older than time…
This poem is already in the past,
And it’s not even done.
The only way to change the past…Is by what we do today…
For soon enough it will reside,
Inside a memory.
The unwritten Book of Life…That we each store inside…
We can live with it,
Or learn from it.
We can hide it or share it…The constant, ever-changing…
That can’t be changed at all.
The place where words have no domain…
And actions write the page!
By: Scott Christiansen
Scott Christiansen's poetry is printed here by permission. Please do not take without written approval of the author. You may visit his website at www.connectwithscott.com