Press back past for new

   Notes upon notes I find.
Constantly erasing memories made
from them. On and on I go searching
for the finale. Still I find another.

   Oh how I want to cease thoughts
and think clear. Still shock outweighs
calmness.

   Believe in truth. No longer necessary
to see words of that past. Just toss
out. Don't even look back for it shall
hurt someone if not self.

   Time is time. Only a matter
that eventually washes. A breath
of fresh air that I hope, dream
to find real.

  Exhaling all the nervous
chatter that rambles inside
me. If only I could explain,
yet, still Jehovah shows me
to look forward. Press the
past to the back.

  Taken the shovel and dig
deep by creating a new memory.
Rid self, life of the "what if"
just so the smile can be radiant
inside and out.