one memory falls onto another
it hides the previous unintentionally
but both are just as important.
the pile of memories becomes so big
that i forget that they're a part of me.
they overlap, intertwine and bury within me so deep
that the steps to meet my soul become steep.
there's happy memories,
but there's also sad, hurtful, excited ones.
there's some that wash with water
and some extinguished with water for the fire to pass through.
the memories make up the edges of my fragile heart
not my sensitive soul.
memories are only from remembrance
and that is why my heart is made for remembering...
so the memories stay.
- the layers of my heart are memories
This poem is a response to the prompt "memories" by Ahsia (@ahsiawriting on Instagram) for the week of December 13, 2020.
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