it came up from behind
wrapped its cold steely fingers and squeezed.
My little heart quickened
my body ached
my minded played me
tested me.
'How strong are you then?
prove it to me! Show me!!
my past said to me with a wry smile on its lips
that's a good question
thanks for this test!
my past is an idea; a series of memories my mind likes to hold
like a child with a favorite blankie.
The blankie serves its purpose for a time.
it warms toes on cold nights and protects from monsters in the dark
but there comes a time when the child outgrows that little square of cotton
when it becomes a hindrance, a crutch, an obsession - not simply a blanket that warms the toes
and comforts dark fears.
When does the parent choose to remove the blankie from the child's hand?
When do i decide to remove my past from my present?
