Friday, August 9, 2013

Walking the Past

She knew she had to leave.
It hurt to stay. It hurt to watch the unfolding of every moment. Every second was inspired by what went. To stay was to relive it every day.
She started walking away. Hoping for a fresh start somewhere, anywhere but not here.
But anywhere she looked was a reminder. A sweet reminder with bitter thoughts. It was hopeless.
She took a deep breath with her eyes closed. Made a few prayers pleading for a clean start accepting the past. Even cherishing it. And walked into the future.

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An emigrant from an ancient civilization to North America, an engineer in marketing and management, a mom of working kind, who thinks when she talks, and who likes to write. I, L.B., own the copyright to the content.