Poetry #4: Memory

I've been queuing these, because I have so many. Hope you guys are actually enjoying them.

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There are so many things left to say. To much time wasted. So many things forgotten, left behind. Never to be examined again. 

Is it fair? Well, life isn't fair. It takes everything from us. Love, Time, Trust. At least it never deprives us death. And yet, it gives us all of those things first. 

Forgetting is the tragedy of being human. I pray everyday that I do not forget anything. That I remember every heartbreak, horror, laugh, tear, celebration. I don't want to forget the way your hair shines in the sunlight, the way she smiles as if she doesn't have a care in the world. The way my heart faces in anticipation. 

I want to remember everything, so no one can ever tell me I haven't loved, lost, and loved again. 

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Trapped

I am trapped in a garden, surrounded by beautiful flowers, but trapped none the less. Stuck between thorns and stinging branches. No one leaves this garden, but then again all enter willingly. Or at least that's what we're told. 

I don't believe them, why would I come here willingly.

I have known freedom, I would not want to be trapped once again. No, my will had nothing to do with this. Laughter echoes. I should not remember,  but I will not escape. 

Did I sacrifice myself for someone else? 

Who did I love enough to lose my freedom for? I have forgotten their face. Did they love me? 

Do they know I am in this garden. 

Trapped. Trapped. Trapped. 

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Remember

Please do not forget, because one day I will have no choice. You have to remember for their sake, someday they will need you. 

They mustn't lose us both.

Please forgive my absence. Do not let your heart begin to hate me. Do not lose yourself because I am gone. I will miss you with every shred of my being. Even if I have forgotten your face I will remember your soul. 

I'm begging you. 

I hate to beg. 

Remember

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Master

They have forgotten who their master is. I am at fault, I did not leave any of myself behind for them. They suffer because of me. They should not be punished for my inaction. 

I am here now. It is time for them to put away their childish qualms. I have come for them. I will fight to regain their trust. Their place is at my side. 

You will not take them from me. They are not yours to have. They are my angels, created for me. 

'Come home.' I beg them. The time nears. I do not wish to replace you, but I will if I must. 

(inspired by the Third Throne series by Tabitha Barrett)

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Stranger

Recently I remembered what it was like to be me. I woke up, and suddenly I was back in my body, sitting up in bed, all the ghosts had left.

I know I left for a while, let another part of myself take over so I could cope with it all. I worked to remember, I went back to the very roots of my person, and found who I was.

I've aged since the last time I was here. Not much, but I can feel that my soul has been through more, seen more, done more. It's harder settling back into myself, but it was worth it.

Worth it to remember who I am, who I was, who I will be. Getting back to basics was everything I needed.
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That's it for this one!

Taila Out.