burnished 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
hidden in a drawer
swept under the rug
kept up in the attic or
down a dank basement.
Why should I forget my past?
miss learning from the fancies and foibles of others
seizures happening in the thick of long days
that could have been shortened
by limits drawn and a change to ‘the rules’
Remembering the past
as memory’s edges blur and fray with time
rounds up any softness and lessons
hard times ~ and lessons ~
to create my present self
to suggest excited cautions for the future.
To leave everything behind would be
like coming undressed into the bright light of today
without a road map to trace a way into the future.
Why should I forget my past?
miss learning from the fancies and foibles of others
seizures happening in the thick of long days
that could have been shortened
by limits drawn and a change to ‘the rules’
as memory’s edges blur and fray with time
rounds up any softness and lessons
hard times ~ 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 to trace a way into the future.
Why should I forget my past?
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