In the vault of memory’s tender hold,
Lies a choice to forget, a story untold.
To banish the shadows of pain and woe,
And let the heart’s burdens gracefully go.

I want to forget.

I want to forget all the pain.

I want to forget the tears.

I want to forget that I have loved and lost.

But here’s the question.

Should I surrender what’s etched and sketched in my soul?
The scars and the lessons that make me whole.
For in those dark, creeping corners, I find my core,
A tapestry woven from the days behind my saddened, riddled doors.

To forget the heartaches, the loves once dear,
Is to erase the essence of why I am here.
For I am the sum of the tears that I’ve wept,
And the promises willingly or unwillingly kept.

Each memory, both joyous and cruel,
Shapes the contours of life, like a carving tool.
I am not just the laughter, the love that remains,
But the echoes of loss, the enduring pains.

To forget would be to lose a part of me,
A tale of resilience, a spirit set free.
For in holding those moments, the bitter and sweet,
I find strength in the memories that make me complete.

I want to forget.

I want to forget the pain.

But to be true to me, I’ll choose not to forget, but to embrace,
The mosaic of life, with its joy and its grace.
For I am the canvas, and time is the art,
Painting my story, each beat of my heart.

In the songs and dance of remembering, I find my way,
Through the shadows of night and the sunshine of day.
It’s not just the light that makes me shine,
But the darkness I’ve known, in this life, in this time.

In the darkness, I will remember

And, whole I shall be.