Sometimes things are just kept on our memories.
Not for the bad, not for the good.
Just memories, sitting there as part of our story.
I see my parts, fragments of a past that was lived by me and is there like a background music on my memories, but they don't haunt me. They don't hurt me. They are just there like pictures hanging in a wall for me to see.
They are my gallery of memories.
I don't love or hate them. They don't hurt me anymore.
They were already dealt with.
From my childhood to my youth I suffered with them. Very much.
The tears I've shed had served the purpose of washing the pain.
What is left is the experience of those memories that can not be rejected but whose fingerprints are faded with time transforming itself in a soft watercolor rainbow.
My soft watercolor printed memories are hanging there, on my mind gallery.
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Author:
Malu (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm happy to say that revisiting my past I found that the memories don't hurt. I can open myself without restriction because I know they are just memories.
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A fine write Malu.
Thanks Orch.
A great write, Malu! I liked how you wrote about your tears washing the pain away. A beautiful write all the way around. I like the idea of memories being pictures and not being associated with pain. Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem!
Thank you Christina. Yes, I'm cleaning the house but decided to keep the pictures. Evaluating 🤔
I do so admire you for this victory, Yumna. Congratulations! You are an inspiration, and you poem is so exquisitely expressed.
Thanks Louis. I'm laughing 😂 here because you got confused between me and Yumna. I'm Malu. It happens to me too sometimes I go reading poems and then I write a comment and ask. Am I directing to the right person. It happened that I had to go back and correct it.
Sorry for my mix-up, Malu. I know well who you are, and admire who you have become.
NP. Thank you 😊
Good for you Malu it's terrible to be haunted by the past . This is a nice piece very personal and up lifting, I love the art references
Thanks WL. I think it is. Luckily it in not happening to me. The most tragic memories I have are from my dad I still feel that after all we loved him as you love a child that don't know what is doing.
This read had me near tears dear friend - some of the expressions you use go right down to the depth of dealing with past pain. A favourite with me for sure.
Thanks Fay, for reading and favoring it. You are a sweet. It is nice to remember that pain also teach us good things. Nothing in this world is totally bad.
Love this especially the idea of watercolour memories - a great write Malu.
Thanks Michael. I think about watercolor because it is less dance than the other painting. It can be diluted and washed out. This is how I see my memories. They are subtle.
And you are a wonderful warm and loving person because of your gallery Malu. Every picture tells a story, each a footstep or so along your path through this existence, each a nugget of wisdom gained and somewhere in that gallery the prize of unconditional love was revealed. Lovely writing Malu.
Yes, unconditional love is what we had for my father. My family is a loving family and I've learned from them. Specially my mother. Thanks for always stopping by and give your support. Very appreciated.
Very beautiful and honest malu. This write shows that you've learned much from your past and can except it as the past. It doesn't control you. Let your past inspire your future accomplishments. You're a survivor. ; )
Yes, thanks God I did. The worst thing that happens is when people carries traumas from generation to generation spreading it and creating more pain. We need to help others understand the world.
Yes, better to pass down positivity from one generation to the next. ; )
another fine write. well done.
Thanks Kevin. Your opinion is very important to me. No more trying to write on your style. King Kevin is unique.
I believe uniqueness owns us all in our own individual ways. yours very much included also. thanks for the kind comment.
Love this. I needed to hear it.
Thanks Isabella.
Sure 🙂
Super write. They are just memories and you can gain strength from them.
Thanks Gold.
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