The hesitations of the surreal past,
Memories of some lay withering,and some dead,
Silent whispers make us realise of where we are now,
And where we could have been instead.
Does letting it go still vexes your mind?
Is the reason totally beyond you?
Does the thought descends upon you,
Leaving you troubled or skewed?
Or was it worth leaving behind?
A clear choice of letting it go,
A thing which you had held too long,
Something which now you needed to outgrow.
Now where you stand in this intricate present,
You are because of that past boon or bane,
It may have been a moment’s decision or lifetime’s thinking,
The fruits or burden of which is engraved on your life’s terrain.
Nemesis 