Memories

Memories do haunt,

The kindest at heart.

Memories do kill us all.

Memories swallow our souls.

Forever do the memories take over.

And yet again,

Does thou know what it’s like?

Of course, you do,

But you don’t let it live your life,

Memories take over our actions,

Our dreams,

Our emotions,

For memories become a part of your future.

And suddenly nothing matters,

Because somehow,

Memories have taken over.

And here I am,

Always living in my memories.

For that’s all I’ll have in the end,

Always and forever,

MEMORIES!

This poem was written when I was twenty-three. At this point, I had gone through many difficult times in my life. I remember this time in my life quite vividly because I was highly suicidal. I was (still am) raising a child that resulted from rape, and I was married to a narcissistic drunk. At this point, I was ready to give up. However, fast forward eleven years and a lot of therapy later, and I am no longer suicidal and maybe a little too optimistic sometimes.

Nevertheless, I feel that it is essential to reflect on what we have been through. However, my memories do not rule me as they did at this time in my life. It took a lot of self-growth and love to get where I am today. I am not “cured,” but I am in a much happier place with my mental health. So remember, do not ever give up. You are worth it, and you will get through this. I am always a listening ear.