Unfazed by my Past

here is a story, a poem if you will, that talks of a girl who's haunted by her past. i might know this girl, i might be this girl, but whoever she is, she is stronger than her past. i promise you that

im not the girl i once was

that memory is fading fast

she is small and strong

unfased by her past

im not the person i once was

i can hardly remember who i once was

but sometimes, only sometimes

i catch a glimmer

i hear a laugh 

then i remember 

the seeds of my past

i dont hear the screams i once screamed

i stand silent now

alone in shadows past

i hear the wispers

they taunt at by back 

i swirl, and i spin

but always, a moment too late

i stand now in a place

untouched by the past

surrounded by mirrors

they reflect what has past

but indiffernt i am

for they are just that,

images that reflect was has past.

locked away in this feild, 

this feild of my past.

i can walk i can run

i can touch the cold glass

i can look at my mirrors 

and smile at my past

Author's Note

im not a great poet, of that i am sure, but all i can say is the words that i write are purer than pure