Memories...
Don’t throw away your memories,
Young girl.
But don’t let them haunt you
Either.
Wrap your thoughts up
In cotton wool,
Yet expose your soul
For the world to see.
Such an eternal paradox,
But that’s they way they’ve
Taught you to behave.
Never speak your mind,
Preserve your thoughts,
And don’t even begin to
Reflect upon anything meaningful.
You try to make room
For each new memory,
Happening, event, thought process -
Only to find that you’re full.
Suppressing every emotion,
Because that’s the way they’ve
Taught you to behave.
But, it’s Ok,
Young girl.
Don’t let your memories haunt you.
Embrace them, share with us
Your beauty and admiration for
The world.
And radiate love and light
In harmony with
Love for thy self.
Young girl.
But don’t let them haunt you
Either.
Wrap your thoughts up
In cotton wool,
Yet expose your soul
For the world to see.
Such an eternal paradox,
But that’s they way they’ve
Taught you to behave.
Never speak your mind,
Preserve your thoughts,
And don’t even begin to
Reflect upon anything meaningful.
You try to make room
For each new memory,
Happening, event, thought process -
Only to find that you’re full.
Suppressing every emotion,
Because that’s the way they’ve
Taught you to behave.
But, it’s Ok,
Young girl.
Don’t let your memories haunt you.
Embrace them, share with us
Your beauty and admiration for
The world.
And radiate love and light
In harmony with
Love for thy self.