A Pilgrimage to the Past Where Nothing Lasts Yet Remains Forever

A poem of self-reflection

Time Travel (Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay)

A pilgrimage to the past
Where nothing lasts
Yet remains forever —
Familiar faces, remembered places.
We change,
Rearrange,
Prioritize,
Look back on what
Was important then
Through older eyes
Made wise.

I wandered through fields of weeping
Harvested a crop of understanding —
We only grow
By letting go.

Yet I held on,
A stubborn autumn leaf
Which refused to fall,
To accept the cycle
Of seasons,
Wanting still to mourn
Past chapters
Without reason
Except to believe
In Life being a chain of tears
That to break would not
Bring freedom.