Why do they call it “the burden of the past”?
Our pasts define us just as much as they defile us,
we are both shaped and destroyed by the past.
The past is an anchor point, to measure where we are
and how far we have come.
The past is a mirror to the otherness of ourselves that we
cannot otherwise perceive
The past is the crown on our head, it is the albatross around our neck
The past is the image, the mirage
The past is the voice inside the head, the monkey on the shoulder
The past is the downer to every upper
The past is the trap, the birdcage
The invisible wall, the visible delineation between
What we are and what we could be
Calling it a burden would be an affront
Call it anything but
