I don't remember
So long the years have passed
How many I know not
I don't remember
What led up to the event?
Painful hide-and-seek
I don't remember
God, how many years has it been?
How much time has past?
I don't remember
Nobody will believe me
It sounds so very fake
I don't remember
Is my head protecting me?
Memories escape
I don't remember
What did happen in those years?
Such a long time frame.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Classic 5-7-5. Why God, must I be forced to remember all the painful moments but forget important details? God, it makes me feel so crazy. I don't even remember what age I was. Somewhere between 9-11 I think. God, why do you do this to me? Why can't I remember?
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It's a protective measure. What you'll be horrified to learn later is how memories which now are inaccessible will be triggered to rear their heads when you least expect it. Or so I've experienced. Excellently rendered with great imagery and a deadly poignancy. Thank you for sharing. Hang in there.
I'm so angry, it makes my story seem incredible...I've heard it's a trauma thing but my can it be frustrating. Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem, it's very nice of you, thank you.
You're welcome.
Very clever indeed .. skilfully crafted and with both feeling and meaning .. Neville
Thank you!
Great poem… what a way to turn anger into art
Haha, thank you so much for taking the time to read my poem!
Memory can be cruel or kind it also can be accurate or distorted. I choose to remember the good things, it leaves me happy. Digging for garbage stinks but if one wants to build on top of it sometimes it needs to be removed. To remove it though sometimes requires professional help so as to not expose oneself to too much toxic waste. Well written
Yes, a very nice metaphor for sure. Thank you so much for always reading my poems and supporting me.
My pleasure
Oh, my dear friend. I could already feel your pain in the title and the poem; but your note hit me deep as well. I want to say this up front, your anger is completely on point and valid. Righteous even. It's incredible what we can remember/can't forget versus what we can't remember/do forget. Defense mechanisms. In my understanding of God, dear friend, it is not that God is doing it to you. It happened to you to no fault of your own and not because God willed it. The trauma causes us to protect ourselves. Defense mechanisms we have. So, in that sense, we can say God gave us the ability to survive terrible, awful trauma. At least, that is how I have come to understand it. That said, God hears your cries, dear friend, and is with you...in Spirit, yes! But also through the presence of those who love you....in person, online, wherever. You are loved by me and many others on here...and as I see it, that is God too! That said, I also believe God understands our need to cry out and God has gifted you with the ability to express it, get it out so that others can read, relate and find presence through your words. How many people (in the Psalms alone) call out to God the way you just did here? So relatable. God hears and God is with you, my friend. As your poem brilliantly expresses, forgetting is its own scar—it’s not fake, it’s survival. You named that truth in a way that hits hard and stays. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ A fave!
Memory can be selective. Sometimes are conscience protects us, sometimes it guilts us. I really like your writing. You are a great modern poet.
Thank you! Haha, yes I'll say I'm not best with traditional formalities... thank you for reading!
certain memories are so painful, that it's best to find relief from closure, and try to forget them, and move on in life..never try to dredge them up and hurt you once again
I never know if trying to forget them will make them worse or better. Thank you for reading and commenting, your support is always much appreciated.
try it - and if it hurts, stop..
all the best always
Wow this is a well written poem, love it.
Thank you so much!
Wish I could forget, different sides off a coin 🙂
Haha, yeah it's a tough thing
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