Day twenty-eight of our challenge, and to be fair, I think this prompt should have, maybe, been the last.
Today’s prompt is, again a double one, “A Look Back Poem,” or “A Not Look Back Poem,” depending what kind of person you are, whatever that is supposed to mean.
Ok. I get, I do. It depends on whether you dwell upon the past or not, but can one actually be just one? I feel that I have plenty of days when I only think about the past and days where it’s insanely easy to say “whatever.” Maybe that’s just me.
They say time is relative.
And for lack of understanding,
I say that’s right, but me in my
simple mind tries to think of
time as past and future, for
the present is a mixture of
both, which I simply could not grasp.
Sometimes, the instinct, or maybe
a selfish, egotistical desire appears
in a corner of my mind, and yells
and yells, until I give up, and tell it
to shut up, by looking at my past,
and feeling all the actions, slowly
crawling on my neck, and legs, before
they settle down at the base of my back
in a puddle of sweat.
Other times, the more positive part of me
laughs at my worries, and struggles
and tells me to dream about a future
with long-awaited accomplishments.
Where nothing is wrong and everything I’ve
ever done is exactly what I was supposed to do.
Now, this petty mind of mine will stop
at times, and realise that the past is long gone
and hard to change; the future is far
away, in the shape of a distant life.
So, for now, I shall look in a mirror and
grasp my present form; maybe if I do
this, I’ll learn how to shape it as to not
be affected by Time.
Here you go. Because I don’t know what else to think about “A Look Back Poem.”
Today I have also realised one thing though; not every idea deserves or knows how to ask for a good for, so I’ll have to be content with this.
Hope you enjoyed it, and I shall see you all tomorrow!