The weight of yesteryears, a heavy chain,
Memories etched with sorrow, joy, and pain.
Yet every dawn whispers, soft and true,
The past is a lesson, not a life to rue.
Mistakes are shadows that fade with light,
No need to carry them into the night.
They shaped us, taught us, then drifted away,
Clearing the path for a brighter day.
Grief and regret, they linger near,
Feeding the whispers of doubt and fear.
But the heart is resilient, it knows the art,
Of finding renewal, of making a start.
Let go of the anger, release the sting,
Hear the song of freedom your spirit can sing.
The present is here, alive, and vast,
A canvas untainted by what has passed.
Step forward, unburdened, with head held high,
Chase the dreams that once kissed the sky.
For life is a river, forever it flows,
And only by letting go, the soul truly grows.
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