A Chance to Begin Anew

I thought that today
Would last forever
A kind of torture
That pops up
Ever so often
When the past
Becomes the present
All dredged up
And then dumped
As it usually is
Squarely on me
But this time
Without anger
Or harsh tones
But still the past
Never forgotten
Just stored away
To be dredged up
Along with the hurt
That keeps hurting
And will for always
Unless forgotten
Somehow erased
The past forgiven
And the future
Given a new life
Of it's own
A new lease
A chance
To begin
Anew . . .