Stains

The stains of the past are stubborn
there is no washing them away
always returning once again
to remind us of some yesterday

Becoming a part of who you are
colouring the “you” of today
always there beside you
reflecting no matter what you say

Taken as a lesson they return home
resting without leaving a scar
to the past they retire
accepting them for what they are

Stoic Poetry

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