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The now between then and when

A poem for an exhibition about recovery

The now between then and when

The longest game of tug of war 
With who I am now and who I was before 
Push and pull
Fight and tug 
My future me 
Gives past self a hug 
Future tells past 
The past is behind 
Past tells future 
The future is blind 
The present whispers
Just be still 
Feel the moment and find your will 
It’s not the past that’s holding on
Nor the future yet to dawn 
Here and now in this bright glow 
Is where the seeds of life will grow 
Let go of what has come and gone 
And trust the path you’re walking on

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Matthew Zeccola

Beautifully done, Saffron. Loved the wording and the message. M. 

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Nika Garden

Your poem gets to the heart of inner struggle and self-discovery. It eloquently represents the conflict between the past and the future and indicates the importance of focusing on the present moment. I particularly liked the “tug of war” imagery, which effectively conveys the tension and complexity of this internal conflict..

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