The Weight of Yesterday

I’ve walked through years of silent pain,

Through storm and fire, loss and rain.

Each step I took, the past held tight,

A shadow clinging in the night.

I tried to run, I tried to hide,

But memories stayed, they lived inside.

The faces blurred, the voices stayed,

In sleepless nights and skies that grayed.

I built my dreams on broken stone,

And walked this road so much alone.

The laughter once that filled the air,

Now lingers soft, a fleeting prayer.

Mistakes I made like ink on skin,

A map of where I’ve been within.

The words unsaid, the bridges burned,

The lessons lost, the pages turned.

Yet through the dark, a whisper grew,

A voice I thought I never knew.

It spoke of strength beneath the pain,

Of hope that rises up again.

The past may weigh upon my chest,

A heavy heart, a soul distressed.

But I am more than what I’ve done,

A battle fought, a race still run.

With trembling hands, I reach for light,

To chase away the endless night.

For every scar, a tale is told,

For every fall, I rise more bold.

I will not be what held me back,

Nor crumble ‘neath the things I lack.

The past has shaped, but not defined,

A brighter fire within my mind.

So here I stand, though bruised and worn,

Not bound by all that left me torn.

The weight of yesterday may stay,

But I will walk a brand new way.