burnishing necklaces of joys and fun
banning traumas, tragedy or sorrow
tipping memory like a teeter totter
perched on only one seat
whether grounded or riding high in the air
epilepsy of others shoved in a closet
hidden in a drawer
swept under the rug
kept up in the attic or down a dank basement.
miss learning from the fancies and foibles of others
seizures happening in the thick of long days
that could have been shortened
with lines drawn and changing ‘the rules’
as memory’s edges blur and fray with time
rounds up any softness and lessons
hardtimes ~ and lessons ~
to create my present self
to suggest excited cautions for the future.
like coming undressed into the bright light of today
without a road map tracing a way into the future.
Why should I forget my past?
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