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. 💙💙💙💙💙