Forgetting Who I Am

Some days I want to forget all the days that came before,
Do away with all my stress, knocking heavy on my door.
To face each new day without the weight of my past actions,
Those thoughts of times before often are my main distractions.
Forget about the boy who’s too timid to say a thing,
Content to live his life by being pulled on by a string.
Forget about being scared that this life will end alone,
Not seeing the worth in me as I sit there and bemoan.
Forget about seeing dad only once in 14 years,
And those nights when that same thought, soaked my pillows with my tears.
Forget about finding him lying still on that cold floor,
And learning that my uncle couldn’t smile with me no more.
Forget each word I spoke that made her smile from time to time,
For his arms kept her warm even though I swore she’s mine.
So many times in my life, I’ve looked back feeling regret,
Those too are moments in which, I often choose to forget.
But without those dark days which are littered on my past,
I would not be who I am, so I welcome the slight cast,
That those times placed over me, knowing more are set to come,
Finding ways in which to cope is something I should have done.
Forgetting all the trials endured in all my yesterdays,
Isn’t the best answer to ensure future brighter days.

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