THE YESTERDAY ME HAS DIED -Poetry

Don’t compare myself with tomorrow,

For today is the best version of me

I can improve myself going forward,

but yesterday did flee.

How easy it is to remain in the past

And get stuck on what can’t be

Cloud my vision, blind my hope

-Unable to see.

The person of yesterday,

No longer exists in me

I change, I learn, I move forward.

I set my spirit free.

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The Yesterday Me Has Died

by Stephanie Daich