What went before,
what already was.
Pasted onto the past,
stapled to the walls
of your mind.
Unmovable
unchangeable.
Written on your body
in lines and scars
and aches and pains.
Or in triumph–
muscles that say
“I did that!” with pride.
Callouses on fingertips,
toes, heels.
Speed, dexterity,
born of hours of practice
already in the can.
A more flexible tongue,
piles of paintings,
a closet full of clothes,
all speaking of
what’s behind,
even while you dream
of what’s ahead.
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