When it visits again.

My Reluctance

My reluctance.
The comeback of antiquity.
Barrier to my sanity.
I have failed me.
In search of a mirror,
Reflection of refusal.
Yesteryear cheered on,
History celebrated,
Bygones revisited.



What a blow to start off 2011 with this poem, after almost 4 months I'd stopped writing. Nothing too fancy, nothing too extravagant, I'm simply highlighting the irony that is at its fullest sense. Instead of moving forward (which I'd successfully accomplished the idea) but things just kept coming back at me for some reason.
The past had revisited me.
What supposed to move on came back full force at me, how ironic in a new year.