Forgetting to Remember
I looked over an old steel box of my memory
Thoughts I let lie for so long
Old feelings and past times that have hurt, burned, and scarred me long ago
Trying to remember where I've been and who I was brought on an air of curiosity
Opening the case of my past suddenly brought back all the old wounds and pain of time past
Photographs of old lovers, promises I've long since forgotten, and pictures of all the things that have brought me to where I am today were first to greet me
Poems of hurt, anger, and loss of identity swam to the surface of my consciousness
soon followed by the weapons they used to hurt me and bring me to the twisted, angry, and bitter place I find myself reverting to
Buried beneath the years of scars and fury I find the suicidal thoughts and the letters to no one screaming to the ears of the faceless how miserable I was and how alone I felt
Quickly I close the box, fearing the monsters and demons I fought so long ago would resurface and take me deeper into the despair I had only just started to overcome
Though the memories are still and will always be with in the steel box of my remembrance, I put them under particularly strong lock and key
I have climbed mountains and swam oceans to get away from the torture and torment of my past
Though the scars will always remain, forgetting is the only sanctuary I can find, and my only savior from the return to memory
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