You cannot fix the past

In that moment my watch stopped working

Time stood still

I never realised as in that very second I was blinded by grief

For years I allowed it to eat away at me

It became a parasite sitting on my shoulder

Draining me of life of optimism of feeling anything good

Then I searched for a weapon to kill the monster

That weapon was Buddhism

In time I learnt that living in the past holds you back

Holding on to things that hurt you continue to wound

So I let it go and I became lighter as I let go of my grief

The monster the parasite fell off as there was nothing left to feed on

Now I can stand strong and say YES it happened but I cannot change that it did

Grief was my nemeses my downfall for so long

Words in the shape of prose and poem took it down

Words of wisdom of sense slaying everything majestically

Now there´s nothing which I cannot fight against and win

For I am a survivor resilient to all that life throws my way

The past is the past

Now is now

The future I cannot see

Nothing is forever

Everything is fleeting

So I pride myself on just living in the moment

Being the best that I can

For I know I am great

I have the knowledge I have the weapons

Armed with these I can endure anything

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