The past is where it belongs

I can’t go to the past, to change it,
No! I don’t possess such powers,
Have tried enough times but,
The clock of time just won’t rewind.
 
I can’t change the past despite trying hard,
Why dwell on yesterday’s failures?
Mistakes returning, haunting on silent nights,
What was done is done never to be undone.

I also wish it were different sometimes,
I appreciate it though, wouldn’t trade it,
It made me who I am, stronger, brighter, wiser,
Gave me capacity to stand during hard times.
 
I have a future I am going to,
From where I am, it looks bright,
So don’t remind me of the dark past,
It is perfectly where it belongs.

By: Juliet H. Amor.