Memories Make Us

MEMORIES MAKE US Memories make us who we are today. Experience shapes us and never goes away. For many years I pushed them down. But look at all the good it has done, When I cannot be open, how I feel today! For a while there, it was touch and go. I really could not decide, If I had the strength, to face my past. Or if I should keep it, locked inside. Seconds tick by, then hours then days. My friend is long gone, took the easy way. Over time, like oil, I spilled self-worth. Wasted seconds, a wasted birth. As the March of time, went happily by. All I could do. was hide and cry. Hating myself, for all I had become. Hoping for a sign, from anyone. It will be okay; it may take some time. Your wounds will heal, you will be fine. But standing on the motorway. I was ready, to go, the other way. A quick blast of a horn. A screech or two of brakes. In an instant I would be gone. Who would miss me, for god-sakes? And then, one night, just driving home. The penny dropped, like a lucky stone. All at once, my demons rose. And I felt much lighter, in my toes. Now, I am me, and time has shown. That with hope, and love, I was never alone. For they were with me, along the way. And gave me strength, in becoming Jay. (c) Jay Rose Ana