Past Lives

Past lives don’t matter?
Well that is absurd!

Once he was a boy,
and I was a girl.

Once he opened my mind
to things I didn’t see,
things spoken in love

Once he widened my vision
and allowed me to explore,
he told me of places
I didn’t know of before.

Introduced me to music
my ears longed to hear,
but with that beauty
I acquired new fear.

Past lives don’t matter?
Maybe not to you.
But they’ve made me who I am.
That’s a fact, that’s the truth.


5 thoughts on “Past Lives

  1. I liked this poem. The feeling of a past life can generate pain and suffer, if not conciderated. Think of all the patterns we’re able to change or collaborate with if we look into our past lives ❤


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