"They say your past shapes your future
Every memory, every breath, every moment.
A post card placed in a box of remembrance.
Old experiences linger in the air,
Past decisions, remnants of what you once were.
A broken record of words uttered years ago,
Still setting your future in motion.
In life there are doors.
One opening up to reveal another waiting patiently to be unlocked.
Sometimes i want to go back.
Feel palm of hands wrap around cold brass.
Unlock every door, retrace my steps.
Do it all over again. Rewrite my story.
White out my wrongs.
The past is the past.
The world keeps spinning, and time keeps turning.
Autumn leaves do not stop, in perpetual motion.
As we walk by, they continue to fall.
There are some things in which we have no power at all.
These doors are closed, eviction sign still in sight.
You are not your past.
In God all things are made new.
No mind could understand or explain,
The future He has laid out for you.
He's on the other side of the door called forever.
Waiting to embrace you with open arms.
Your new beginning starts now.
Despite what you have been.
See, nothing is out of reach.
Greatness lies on the tip of your tongue.
hands grazed along the age of genesis,
From beginning to the end you are a part of a story.
Your mistakes, your shortcomings left you with outstretched arms,
Like a bouquet of broken bones.
How do you tell someone it's not over?
This is how. It's not over.
This is your year. It's never too late,
To be who you wanted to be.
You are limitless.
So act like it."
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