This post is gonna be a poem/monologue I wrote about my take on a piece of a song I love by a band called The Night Game. The song is called "Die A Little" and the line goes like this "What killed me yesterday, baby is still a part of me. I had to die a little to learn to survive a little." And so here we have my expanse on the concept of never being again who we were yesterday, even though it's something often looked for and caught after...
"Yesterday"
by: AbbyLynn Writes
Isn't it quite strange, Or rather quite curious,
That we will never be again Who we were yesterday?
Or perhaps your "yesterday" Is not being the same
As you were before Your parents divorce.
Maybe your yesterday is being changed
After a relationship of abuse.
Or what if yesterday means becoming different
After losing a loved one you held close to your heart.
However, your yesterday might be
Nothing like these at all.
Because your yesterday could be never returning
To the way you felt before you got clean from drugs or alcohol.
Your yesterday might be walking away from a toxic environment
Or relationship in attempt to better yourself.
Quite possibly your yesterday could be as simple as
One small decision that is followed by a ripple of changes
That take you further and further away
From your yesterday.
A choice like picking up the help line,
And putting down the razor.
Or maybe a choice of listening to your mother
When she said "don't go to that party".
Or even still, it could be as easy as
Throwing out the old beaten and battered converse,
And throwing on a pair of bright and colorful new ones.
No matter the good or the bad stories
That your yesterday has held,
I urge you to choose to hold on to the hope
That comes with this curious truth;
That we will never again be who we were
During the ever so heavy days of yesterday.
There are days that hold things are worse than
Our yesterdays have held previously.
Those are the days when I long for "before".
I wish to be who I was
Before he came into my life.
I wasn't to live the way I did
Before I got bullied into depression.
I'd give anything to be as happy as I was
Before the world ruined me...
And yes though it's true That pieces of my heart
Have broken into smaller shards Of what is once was,
Leaving it entirely unrecognizable,
Perhaps, that's the point...
These pieces of my heart have broken into shapes
That complete a whole new puzzle.
No, I may never be as happy as I was,
Or feel the same love I had,
Or be as bold as "before".
But just because it's a different looking puzzle of a heart
Does not mean that it will cease to portray a beautiful image.
Every story will take unexpected twists and turns,
Leading us further from our yesterday,
But be strong my friend,
Because we can't write a new story
if we keep reading the same page
Over and over again.
We will always have our "befores" and our "yesterdays"
But we will let them die when they need to,
Because how can we bloom In a garden of ash and concrete,
When we need the soil to be rich and full of nutrients
If we ever plan to grow.
So let me say this:
Do not strive to achieve that same
As your before or your yesterday.
Do better.
Because even if it is the dead of winter,
The sun will have to come out eventually.
And when it does, spring will arrive
And spring will likely go as seasons do,
But just hold close to the knowledge
That though today is different than your yesterday,
That does not mean that it will stay worse than it.
Be strong, my friend,
Because "before" has "after",
And "yesterday" has "today",
And new hope can always bloom when well nourished.
So you never know who you'll be after today.
You will never know who you'll be tomorrow.
~AbbyLynn
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