Its the odds of memory...
In the details of how we remember...
Some sorted...
Each an item of their own
Others fade and blend together allowing us to forget
But there is always those that live on
With such clarity...
Etched in forever in the day and time it happened
Because changed is the being ever after
It embraces the senses...
Words play out...
We may not recall exactly what was said
But we still feel the emotions brought forth
Whether it was a simple kindness in a dark moment
Or a dark moment that offered no kindness
We are human...
How strange that it can be so easily be forgotten
That we are to be more than we actually are
To be told that we should rise above, when we have already risen...
Even after the greatest hurt has been inflicted upon us
We are to be better than the damage caused
Its the lesson learned
Closure with no apology or remorse given...
But like all things, the worth is in the trying
To the best of our ability as much as we can
A lifetime lived in a few seconds can be recalled
Do we dwell upon them with the grace of reflection?
Or do we allow them to hold our every tomorrow hostage?
Tarnishing the once treasured
And inflicting the bitterness upon everything we touch
Choices...
How will you choose?
On what and how you remember history.
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