it's difficult sometimes to look back
for some reason, all you see
is the last thing you want to remember.
like the time i made a fool out of myself
and was the only one laughing at the end.
when i look back,
i don't want to see that first off
it sours me to my past
which i only ever think of as sweet.
it's made me who i am
where i am
it's all based on where i've been
metaphorically and geographically
but i don't immediately remember those stories,
the origins of me include them all,
even the stories that make me cringe.
the bad things always stick
even years down the road
but thankfully they aren't the only things
that leave an impression.
the bad things always stick
but they're strung together
along with the good.
they're the yards of rope that will save
you when you've fallen over the precipice
and need a way back up.
it's difficult to look back
but if it gets too hard
you can always face forward.