"Buried"
The pull of the past
Is often the fact
That we simply can’t go back.
It buries itself
One second upon another
Until years amass millions of millions of seconds
That can never be reached—
No matter if you spend the rest of your seconds
Digging.
The past is always present
But only in its pull,
In its endless reminder
That it is
Ever unreached.
- Kacie Lynn Fleming
from Meeting Me: Poems of Hope, Truth, and Transformation
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