Past lives

My heart is tired and it aches

for all those mistakes

of past lives that I've lived;

the pains that I see

manifesting in me

due to old wrongs, long gone

Surely I've paid

for the mistakes that I made

in the times I don't even remember;

I'm refusing to bring

another single bad thing

hurtling back from another dimension

I call on my Soul,

so wise and so old

to protect me on this plane of existence;

make me aware of the mirrors

that bring chills and send shivers

down a spine now aware of your presence

In the past, I no longer will ponder

as onward and upward I wander

discarding old drawings and habits;

looking up to the sky

as I say my final goodbye

to yesterday's dues, paid in full.

(c) Dianne Traynor  9 October 2012

(c) Photography - Dianne Traynor