I throw dense boulders on my past.
Old kicks and punches, crack my cast.
 Slicing my heart
to simple shreds,
playing their part
to let tears shed.
 I throw dense boulders on my past.
Releasing pain, set free at last.
 Despair at sail,
great fears prevailed.
Storms formed by hail,
create a veil.
 I throw dense boulders on my past.
Lessons received, fermented fast.
 Solemn pictures
in pretty frames
form a structure
made up of games.
 I throw dense boulders on my past
Awakened life, designed contrast.
 Feeling so new,
thoughts become true,
rereading clues,
transform old views.
 - Grace Y. Estevez - Reddy
 Originally published December 21, 2020
   							  		
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