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