Its harder to forget a past I pretend isn’t there, when someday I know it will find me.
But who can hide from memory. My distorted reflections, so many I cannot mention.
When you get older, the brittle and little smouldering glitter of lifes embers starts to get clearer. No one said forgiveness will undo consequences, it is inevitable.
Dear memory… If only I could edit and delete… go back and talk to him, understand and realize, I could try to make him.
The strength you once had, you will no longer have to undo the wrongs made while young. This the elders told us, but we were head strong. Now I tell them to you.