Sitting alone in my blind
The sun sets behind me.
I try to focus on the task at hand
My mind has other plans.
I think about my day.
The past, the present, and the future.
My struggles and how they weren’t in vain.
Changing with the seasons.
Each painful memory an essential part of who I am.
Will I ever let go?
Can I ever move on?
Do I forget just enough to ease the pain?
Or do I remember enough to never let it happen again?
Reflections or hauntings
I can’t quite decide.
The past, the present, and the future
Does it matter?
There’s no place to hide.