The Works of Memory
growth in unexpected ways
I keep thinking
about how
memory works;
how it’s just
me
picking things
up from the ground
of my life
and putting them
away.
*
Sometimes saved
and cherished.
Sometimes locked away
and forgotten.
*
I don’t organize anything.
I am more likely
to remember something
from age seven,
then something from age four,
then from age thirteen.
It’s never in order,
always random,
and all over the place.
*
I don’t know
why certain moments
stay with me forever.
They just do.
*
Like
the way
someone laughed
(at me or another)
or the pauses
between hard conversations.
*
Sadly,
it’s always
so negative.
*
Why?
*
I’d rather
remember
happier things
but instead,
my mind gathers
what really shapes me.
*
I didn’t grow
from happiness.
*
I grew from
sadness,
and pain,
and everything in-between.
*
And I hold these memories
close, because
despite the bad,
I let it lead me to something
good.
*
And I guess
it’s the only way
I know how
to remember my life
without losing its pieces.
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𝐇𝐞𝐲 , 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮, 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗵𝘄𝗮, 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗪𝗲𝗯𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗻𝘀. 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 ( 𝐔𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞:bennett_lol) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐬, Bennett.
Luna, this hit home for me... really relatable and painful! Know that you're not alone! 💚
“From the ground of your life," I like how you have worded this. The contrast between "saved and cherished" and "locked away and forgotten" deepens your poem. Your thoughts on how memory sneaks up on a person, using the age they were a part of to depict how it jumps around, was rather effective. "Pauses between hard conversations" is relatable. It made me pause, think, and nod in agreement.
We may love what mocked us, but even so, it inevitably shapes our character and our ethos. A very raw and unique poem. 💖
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
We remember what we remember no telling why we remember only the bad or the good or the in-between. Good job.
This was so profound, poignant, and emotional. Loved it!