You took them from me
And locked them away for safe keeping.
You knew I wouldn’t need them anytime soon
You knew they only brought sorrow and pain.
Ah, yes, the memories —
All those things done to me.
The loss, the hurt, the tears, the fear,
The struggle, the sleepless nights toiling,
The sleep-filled days just to escape reality.
It’s amazing, as I now realize,
The things a human mind is capable of:
Protecting me when I knew not
How to protect myself;
Defending me at times
When I seemed defenseless.
Oh no, what have you done?
That memory? I need it now!
But you do not hear me
For you’re too busy
Doing what you best —
Shielding me from harm.
I’ll get to it eventually I know —
A thought here, a flash there,
And before long the floodgates will open —
The memory I want will be found,
But you know all too well it won’t stop there.
That’s what you’re afraid of, isn’t it?
The other stuff — The bad stuff.
I know… I understand… But guess what?
I’m not afraid anymore.
I’m willing to face those fears now.
I’ve found new reasons to live in the light,
The darkness is too cold and lonely.
I need warmth — his warmth.
Those memories must be unearthed
For I must share those parts of myself —
It’s the only way he’ll understand all of me.
Doors once closed must now be opened.
To love again I must give him a tour —
That dreaded walk into the darkness.
Contents written: May 14 2016 | Originally published: May 15 2016 | Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises