As we move forward through our days,
We are forced to remember,
Our past.
We think about the bad times,
And the good times,
Laughs with friends,
Fights with enemies.
A tear comes to the eye, perhaps,
As we think of our past.
Lessons learned,
Mistakes made,
And love that we had,
Or of that which we never took advantage.
Time heals wounds,
But the mind can pick at the scab.
Memories may flood us at times,
Overcome us,
And leave us stranded in emotion.
We look upon ourselves and pass horrible judgement,
Not just at the face in the mirror,
But at our soul.
Why are we not kind to our reflections?
Others may care for us, love us even,
Yet we look at ourselves with disdain.
Our reflections,
Haunt us or humor us,
Promote self loathing or self esteem.
We must learn to accept ourselves,
To love who we are and come to terms with what we’ve done,
For we are all we have at times.
~Zoo
