Did you know that leaving yesterday behind is a form of worship?

by Idinma Ilodibe and Dara Olayiwola | July 18, 2019

I have spent, half my life and all my strength in the throes of days gone

Where time like face of an old clock is cracked and cloudy at the edge 

Where I amuse myself with the thoughts of old battles won 

And I walk backwards toward an unknown future like steeping off a ledge

I cannot leave the past behind when

It is the surest map to what the future holds

I cannot keep from holding on when 

Letting go is so out of reach  

Like grasping a fairytale 

How do I heave a sigh of forgiveness

And cast the past into the darkness 

Where surely it belongs 

How do I leave yesterday buried

Without shedding the memories we carried

That give us breath 

I am haunted 

Where yesterday lives 

And tomorrow is already dead

Today seldom gives

Further away from the light of yesterday, engulfed in todays haze, fearful of tomorrows fog

What I believed a ledge was darkness, the light of my past has blinded me 

Did you know that leaving yesterday behind is a form of worship? called a voice from the fog*

And it dawns on me that turning toward the future needs not the eyes in me but faith to see