Haunted- A poem

I believe that we are trapped in each day,
that a small fragment of our souls, relive it
like groundhog day, but not fully
only snippets will come to the foreground when we need them
like a foreshadowing of our own stories
our own ghosts of yesteryear peak from behind the curtain of the past
to remind us we learned this lesson once
we are transported backwards because we have already been there
because the past continues to play out to some degree
in some cycle, somewhere
and if so, then we all live with ghosts of our stories

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