Second Chance?

The gray city is suddenly dotted with bright green spots;
Neon green signs declaring the beginning of Spring.
Everything seems new and beautiful,
The haziness of winter slowly drifts by and you can see the sky again.

Sometimes I wish life had more Spring.
I wish the gentle rains could wash away my past,
And I could start again new and shiny.
Unfortunately we can't shed our leaves and start over,
We carry our mistakes- if only in memory.
It is easy to say, "Forget the past."
But it is always with us:
Haunting our decisions,
Invading our arguments,
Creeping into our dreams.
Scars never fully heal.
Do you ever really get a fresh start?