Yesterday

Sometimes, the "today" I live, becomes , a chunk of reality pulled out of the "yesterday" I survived ; tossed up with some experimental inferences i made and the little experiential knowledge i have ; served with a dash of naturalistic implementation.

Not all that I know, and all I do;
Is something fresh and something new.
Some lessons learned were here to stay,
As oblivious memories of "Yesterday".
To let go was when, I did not look back,
To all that turned, the bright to black.
To hold on was when,I walked with it,
All that filled, the deficit.
Sometimes I died, with a throbbing pain,
And wept to heal, but all in vain
. Yet again, at times , I was born;
I softened all the pricking thorns.
A practiced smile ,and hidden tears,
Were friends in times ,of silent fears.
I was with me , when the smiles were true;
And life existed in every hue.
'Each day is a gift, that we call "life"
A gift of comfort, a gift of strife."
These easy words, were hard to learn.
The road was long, and full of turns.
But,
some lessons learned ,were here to stay,
As oblivious memories of "Yesterday".

-Alisha