Memories don’t pester me
But they do render speechless
A mind that hopes to forget
The inconsolable pain of being forgotten
Alone in the past, present, and future
These words are my wounds
Tears my sutures
Unfortunately, I haven’t had the mind
To just quit on life
Every suicidal thought birthed a greater desire
To prove to my mind that I could do
The impossible
And, forgive me
If you can
For trying to make myself better without you
I guess, after the umpteenth failed attempt
It was realized that I didn’t need your drug
No stimulus needed, just open my third eye
Just keep breathing
find my way through time
The Reluctant Poet 
Very Lovely, so beautifully written! So very true the things that memories. The expression, moving on…
Yonnie💜🌸
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