Conversations With My Past Poem by Cassiel Smith

With the waning light of dreams,
Two selves meet in silent shouts.
The past and the present clash,
In a dialogue where the truth is concealed.

Old Me talks in a tired tone,
Wanting to pierce through the background.
'Can we talk? ' the cry echoes.
Lost hopes reverberate all around.

Present me, with a guarded heart.
refuses to let the past repeat itself.
'Nah, I don't wanna talk right now, '
Heavy words with a silent vow.

Old Me, weary and desperate,
Screams silently, abandoned.
'I've been pleading, let me out! '
But Present Me clings to uncertainty.

'I was protecting you, ' Present Me says in defense.
Slowly, walls of seclusion descend.
'Nobody accepted, only rejected, '
An unpleasant reality, unadjusted.


Old Me, battered and broken,
Feels burdened by tarnished defenses.
'Everyone could, except for you, '
A painful and long-overdue truth.

'You built walls, hid in shame, '
Old Me speaks, voice burning.
'I'm simply a passing memory,
'Erased by time, day by day.'

Present me, with eyes cast down,
Hears the echo of a silent frown.
'The world made me hit my limit.
And then I grew distant, unwilling to admit it.'

'We're both broken, ' Old Me sighs,
In the area that contains truth.
'My heart's open, yours is closing,
However, I remain here, ever-imposing.'

'I don't give a damn if my heart is frozen! '
Present Me cries, emotion selected.
'I had to free myself from the pain.'
'Even if it meant losing you again.'

Old Me, pleading in a whisper,
Begs to be released, to heal.
'See a therapist, acknowledge the reality,
Or we'll continue to fade away, like lost children.'

'I'm sick of hiding it, ' acknowledges Present Me.
In the silence where darkness resides.
'But the more I do this, the more you fade away.
And I'm searching desperately for the self we betrayed.'

In the silence of their mutual hopelessness,
Two selves, both bare, stand together.
The past and the present are entangled,
In an undefined conversation.

A mournful cry, an enduring appeal,
For reconciliation, to set them free.
Amidst the echoes of their broken past,
A ray of hope that was meant to last.