Memory breathes

And like a strand of hair

Tickling your cheek,

It’s breath tickles you

A strand of hair,

You can toss it back

But a memory, it stays

Glued to you

It’s breath

Nuzzling your chin

Like a scratchy knitted scarf

Tied way too tightly

It eventually turns

From an itchy sock

Into a tickle monster

It’s claws

Scratching

Scarring

Begging for freedom

It’s breath

Gasping for oxygen

For space, for love

Begging to be seen

As a kid

You remember giggling

But you don’t remember

The ticklish feeling

Until you feel it again

But what if,

The tickle monster

Never stops tickling you?

What if,

You run out of air

From laughing so hard

So it gets painful?

A memory’s breath

That’s what it does

It tells you the same joke

Over and over

Until it isn’t funny

So your smile crumbles

Like a falling tower

The pain, it heals

But healing creates scars

Scars over your heart

That was once

Perfectly pristine

But it’s yours.

It’s your broken

Scarred

Hidden

Hopeless heart

Memories breath.

They live.

They ache.

They attack.

They are real.

And they are yours.

Let them be yours.

Because without them,

That bruise on your knee

You got when you fell off your bike

The one that looks like

A purplish lightning bolt

The one that held a story

Wouldn’t exist

Without them,

You wouldn’t hate

But you couldn’t love

Without them,

You would grieve

But you couldn’t grow

Without them,

You wouldn’t feel like the dark

With no brightness

But you couldn’t feel closure either

After a loved one’s death

You couldn’t share stories

Or seek advice

You’d be stuck

In a cyclone

Full of nothingness

Memories

They are the one friend

That will always squeeze back

When you take their hands

💙

Sincerely,

Caralia🫶🏼

So I turned memories into a friend sort of type figure! I never imagined memories this way before, this just came to me. Memories are tough, especially the ones you just can’t forget but others don’t remember.

But they are part of us as people, we need them sometimes. Because sometimes they’re the only thing we can hold on to.

💙💙💙💙💙