Tapestry of Days
“We have to do with the past only as we can make it useful to the present and the future.”
Frederick Douglass
The past is like a box I keep
Its ribbon worn and frayed
Within, lie memories I saved
Though some, faded and strayed
At times, I lift the lid to see
What fragments still remain
For every joy and sorrow there
Holds lessons for my gain
I wander back to twilight days
When yesterdays were bright
When youth was bold, dreams were fierce
There’s stars in the darkest night
The villains, heroes, loves I lost
They linger soft and near,
As echoes from my younger years
Grow sharper, sweet, and clear
Yet sometimes, past regrets I toss
Like dust upon the breeze,
Unburdened by the weight they held;
I find my spirit frees
A gentle love renews my heart;
I shed what once was near
Embracing dawn with open arms
Its light, serene and clear
The future calls with promise
Bright, beyond the bend of time
And so, I turn away from scars
That long have ceased to climb
I hold the wheel, my hands firm set
And press to drive ahead
For I will leave behind those thoughts
I’ve wrestled with and fled
In morning’s light, I find release
Forgiveness sharp and sweet,
For wrongs no longer weigh me down,
Nor tread beneath my feet
I walk with peace, in calm refrain,
Each step both light and free,
The past now bound by gentler ties
That ask no debt from me
At night, I see the years I’ve lost
The loves that shaped my days
And how those joys and sorrows fused
To guide me through life’s maze
Though yesterdays will fade and blur,
Their lessons stay the same,
To light the path, to lift my gaze
And soothe my restless flame
The past remains, yet not a chain—
It’s woven soft and fine
A thread within the cloth I wear
Yet neither cord nor line
It’s there to teach, yet lets me walk
Unbound and ever free,
A tapestry of days gone by,
That guides but does not plea!
11-03-2024
© Vic Evora
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