Our collective story is filled with the vestiges of the past
for every step we take is a step filled with the results of yesterday.
A yesterday centered on fear of failure or attachments to things we should let go.
It as though the past and the future are at a constant tug of war
and today is caught in the middle
neither letting go of the things that happened before
but still dreaming of a better future that never arrives.
Categories: My thoughts, Poetry
My Journey 
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