Poem: Let Go of the Past

The past is a house with an open door,
Echoes whisper across its floor.
You’ve walked those halls, you’ve known that pain,
But standing there won’t make it change.

The dust of memory clouds your view,
Of skies ahead—so bright, so new.
Let old ghosts rest, let silence stay,
Not every scar must speak today.

You are not the ache you’ve known,
Nor every seed that pain has sown.
There’s life beyond what didn’t last—
Breathe deep, step forward, let go of the past.

Because the heart, when freed, can mend—
Beginnings bloom where endings end.
And what you lose, you never lose—
You simply make more room to choose.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie