Yesterday my past sat next to me

Yesterday my past sat next to me
It looked me in the eye and told me who I used to be
My past moved close to me to remind me of my yester-years
It tapped my shoulder and showed me visions of a younger me
It turned my head towards its bitter direction and made me look
I tried to ignore it and told it to leave me.
It told me all about how "I messed up"
And how "I shouldn't have"
It played back memories I forgot where ever there
I turned my back against it angry that it had found me
I was mad that it managed to track me down and sit next to me in my bedroom
I could not understand that after all these years it still knows "all that" about me
I could not begin to put the pieces together of where my past found my address
I have moved on now and don't understand how pain still knows my name.

I closed my eyes and tried to understand how it found my new house.
Misery is not allowed where I live.
The past does not define you where I now stay.
The house is so big and its filled with laughter and joy
Tears and hurt stay far from this place.A place I once called home

After much thought I know how my past found me.
I left the door open.I let it share my bedroom in my new house
My fathers house.
There is just one thing I know I can do.
Stand up,dry my tears,leave my past Close the door and walk towards my future.
My present and future is in the next room and he just called my name.
Unlike my past my future knows me by name,my future made me.Not my past.
My future is God.