facing forwards

Looking back against my will
Peeking over my shoulder
Afraid long ago may return
I can hear my midnight train to Georgia moment
When I had to let go of an unwanted present
A forgotten past today
My fingers retracing my steps
The chalk lines of my downfall
Where I was supposed to be no more
My tongue tasting Lot’s weakness
Wiping the sweat off my forehead
Looking forwards to tomorrow
Yesterday gone
Keeping yesterday at bay
Surviving despite the hopes of my past
The wishes of probability
Running like a bullet train
Going as far as I can
As fast as I can
Unproductive memories unnecessary
Chasing my dreams
My foundations strong like concrete
The past only a building block
Similar to a brick
A unit of structure
Never defining the building it shapes
Using the rails from my midnight train moment
To fashion a trend setting outlook
To give my building some architectural character
My eyes windows to a brighter day
Peeking over my shoulder
Never looking backwards
Reflecting for historical reasons
Looking towards my ancestors
Standing before greatness
Facing forwards
Slaying the past and her demons

Copyright © knox mahlaba 2015
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit

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