The memories, they seep into your skin, like a tattoo that can never go away. They become part of you when you sleep, when you are awake, wherever it is that you go. Because they are a part of you now. They attach to your soul, and grow alive as your breath. You can not get rid of them. You can not shake them. All of the things one does in a lifetime, they all get written in invisible ink where no one else can see. But the one who they are now a part of, can never stop seeing them, never stop reliving them. They will always be. Alive and well, they blend with today and tomorrow. The ink stains of yesterday, are a trail to follow. Tears down the years, looking into the hillside not so blue, the exact faces of yesterday, forever a part of today.

It is all in how one chooses to look at it, as a refrain, in the background, ever ceaseless begins to play. It is in the perception, and the attitude, the choices of how one begins to look at it anew. Never alone, always followed, always a part of you….

Some believe that the past is gone. They prefer to believe that what was then, does not exist now. But how do they live with the ghosts of yesterday, if they think that they are no longer real? For they exist in this reality as they once did, only on a different plane. Soaked into the molecules of one’s DNA, there is no shaking the truth. Time and now and all of the yesterdays, weave a blanket in time, which leaves a pattern in one’s soul. They are forever to remember, to live with like a foot or a hand, which can be seen by looking into the mirror. One will always have to live with one’s soul.

Things that were never said, that needed to be said, arguments left undone, never finish. They don’t just disappear. They linger in the air like the stink of a cigarette, something you know was just there. These things need to be managed, instead of ignored. The longer that time may pass, as the years have grown, it doesn’t take away from yesterday. It may build on a tomorrow. And today may definitely change. But it doesn’t stop yesterday from happening, or from being set in stone. Weaved into the fabric, the atoms in the air between two people that can never be the same. For it does not go away. It is a layer that is embedded, where all the world can not see. Like a secret kept locked up and away, but open in the air for any one to feel who is present there.

So instead of ignoring these calls from the soul, to correct the misdeeds of yesteryear, why not confront these age old demons and set them to rest? For they will always be.

Copyright Kat Lyons 

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