Memory

Memory;

It’s a gift yet a punishment.

You can look back on all the great accomplishments you’ve done,

Yet you can also see all the bad choices you’ve made.

The ones you want to forget, to repress?

Like the ones where you lose

a friend, a lover, family?

Where you hear something,

see something,

you shouldn’t have?

You make a bad choice,

you never forget it.

People that tell you to let go of the past,

that the past is the past and not the now,

that it was easy for them,

You can’t stop thinking about it.

It’s replaying over,

and over,

and over.

What people don’t realize is all

those bad pieces of the past,

the ones that follow you, haunt you-

the ones you let go-

are better for you.

The bad ones shape you, make you who you are,

The bad choices teach you that this world isn’t a shiny, perfect place.

It’s shows you the consequences in your actions.

The ability to keep memories, the bad ones especially, is a double-edged sword.

A punishment, never-ending.

A gift, overlooked.