The past is gone forever,
never to be revisited,
only remembered

Good and bad, joys
and sorrows.
All of these are there,
but the mind has softened
and altered the reality.

Joys are not remembered
with the clear pure and sharp
focus of the past,
but are re-coloured and clouded
by life’s changing pattern.

Sorrow’s sharp edges
blunted by the mind protecting itself
from memories too painful
to remember.

It is said that we should not dwell
on the past.
perhaps so,
but the future is unknown, the past
a security blanket to cling to
when all else seems
too difficult to bear.

The familiar is always more comfortable
than the staring blank page
of the future.