Authored: April 15, 2023

The past receded like an outgoing tide
The winds no longer roared or moaned
The acridity in the air was replaced by crispness
The Ghosts were fading
Polarisation was replaced by purpose and calm.

The chains that had bound him were unshackling
The future was unclear
But the Ghosts were no longer going to bind him down
A shift had taken place and the magnets were gone
Echoes of yesterday's voices
Dust settles as under blue skies shone radiance.

What was I but a pebble alive for a mere second
In a Cosmos that beheld countless possibilities
Will I remember you? Would I want to?
The Drama has left me replaced with a reset of purpose
Negative connotations magnetised by fear and struggle
How did I live like this for this long?

I burn all the pictures of Ghosts of the past
The Past is just that, a past
Future left unwritten
But empty pages alas left to be written
By new memories and new opportunities.