Open to Beyond
When Past History's door is open
the rocky bottom beckons.
Memories' desperate calls ring
to remind of bleaker times,
the heart was empty and lost.
Decisions are made to leave behind
the darkness, in newness marching on.
What price becomes the heartache
when joy given out does not return?
Joy then falters from disuse, when given
became neglected and unseen.
Warmth now flows freely to create
new memories bound with hope.
New days are dawning from the past,
reason enough to prevent further pain.
To prevent new pain the goal,
an ear to the past with lessons learned.
Remain open, at the price of heartache,
the growth of love, my heart,
lest in bitterness we sink again to ruin.
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