I used to dwell on the past,
it was a bigger part of me
than the present ever was.
I kept some of the greatest moments
of my life (to date)
tucked away neatly back there.
It carried a gift I could wrap and unwrap at any time.
then one day, the tables got turned.
I wanted nothing to do with my past;
I couldn’t escape it fast enough.
I remembered traumatic things
I had fought so hard to forget.