In times of uncertainty,
I clutched tightly to the past,
In fear of the unknown,
For the comfort of the known.
As I look at the future,
I see my shadows of the past,
I look at my hands,
I see the scars of holding on too long.
In a fortunate mishap,
One string detached from my past,
Rather than fear, I felt lighter,
And my journey became easier,
I made mistakes, and I can't erase them,
I can only learn, and move on,
Learn to drop the burden of the past,
Wisen with age, more accepting of the unknown.