I\'ve heard voices of the living say, \"Let go of your past.\" Procrastination of these words ensures a future without grasp. As I look into a mirror, picturing the age of once was me. Eye contact disturbs my emotion of sadness to break free. Raising up my chin to level confrontation, face to face. Furious of infliction displayed, a reminder in salty tears I taste. Lacked empathy from humiliation, whispering, \"I understand.\" To my youth, he nodded in agreement saying,\"Healing is the plan.\"