Past

When the memoirs, hit you hard 

It's difficult to escape from the past.

The pain felt is subtle

The reaction followed, irrational.

The anguish but can't be escaped 

The feeling yet can't get oblivious.

For its hidden deep inside 

The vulnerability gets revived.

But you are not a product of your past 

Your agonies are not your mark.

For you are defined by your actions

Which arises out of your determination.

The story might be a bit traumatic

The moments might be afflicting.

The bid to overcome have asked for more 

And that made you stand out of your zone.

There is never too late to start 

There is a power in your past.

For the moments that break you 

Are the moments that make you.