Bothersome

If for your past they’re judging you,
Know they’ve no clue what’s really true.
They weren’t there to see your toil
As you cultivated inner soil.
They didn’t see you plant the seeds
Of healing thoughts and words and deeds.
They didn’t share in your shed tears
When looking back at wasted years.
They’ve no idea how much you’ve grown.
Let that be what you know and own.
If they can’t love what you’ve become,
Don’t let those fools be bothersome.