a new beginning

I cannot help but be amazed
by the imagery of my past
I abhor it, yet it draws me close
to snare me in its clasp

I gaze at words penned long ago
searching meanings sealed within
I feel as if I've been bereft
of what else might have been

distant memories claw at me
begging their release
I throw them down and turn away
ignoring what has ceased

effortless though it would be
I will not be brought down
I've been relinquished of myself
and set out toward higher ground

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