I am a memory digger.
I should leave them in their graves.
But at night I dig them up.
Maybe I am a masochist?
The rest of the world forgets.
They use vices to run away.
But I run towards the pain.
Then I create poetic
memorials for the pain.
So I never forget the
pain that has carved me
into someone wiser.
So I never forget the
pain that has carved me
into someone stronger.
So I never forget how
far I have come.