Ghosts of the Past

I have given this long and careful consideration.
The past few days, my mind has been dwelling in the past.
And the more I try to reconstruct things that have happened, the more I feel there is just no sense in doing that.
Awful things have happened.
And I could spend hours and hours trying to write about it.
But I won't.
I'd rather do something creative instead.


I'm convinced that everybody has to face his own Hell.
To me Hell is not something you get when you're dead.
Hell happens in your present life.
Everybody get his own piece of it.
Hell is all about worrying sick about something you don't know the outcome of.
Hell is about going through all kinds of uncertainties.
About grief and guilt and tears.

So many tears.

I have cried mine.
I've faced Hell.
And went through it.

It's time to turn the page, and give up on the ghosts of the past.
What happened happened.
Maybe it happened for a reason?

There are never enough hours in a day as it is.
I'm not going to waste any more with things I cannot undo.
I wanted closure.

I think this is closure.
Giving up the ghosts of the past.