Repeating the Past

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I remember it like it were yesterday.  After weeks of hearing my step mom telling my dad to “get rid” of me, I knew before I was told what was happening.

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One of my poems

What’s in a memory, a picture, a song
All sorts of reminders of things that are gone

Some memory’s are good
Some memory’s are great
Others make us tearful
Some make us faint

Memories are important
They help you move on
They remind you of the good times
Even those that are gone

They arrive in all sorts of ways
Some are a surprise
Triggered by something we here
Or see with our eyes

When sorting through memories
You may be surprised
At those you that you forgot
And the ones that gave you warmth inside

No matter the memory
The good and the bad
You must feel the emotions
The joy and the sad

You may not want to remember some
You may say how
But each played an important role
In who you are now

I am me because of my future
I am me because of my past
And although today I feel lost
I know it won’t last

My memories help me
They help heal my past
They remind me of the good
I love that they last

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