You feel them,
Rancid memories lurking, surging towards the surface.
You also try to bury them,
Frantically, like lip stains from those “business” trips.
They haunt your mind with your eyes wide open,
Lousy mouthpieces for things that prey on your pride,
No.. They aren’t nightmares, some terror don’t fade with the emergence of dawn.
You’re told it gets easier,
That time and rebound bear rivers that wash you clean,
But you know something others don’t;
That not all flaws make you beautiful,
Not all losses predate a future glory,
…And not all mistakes get absolution.
So tell me, If the mind could cease to remember,
Which of your ugly truths would you trade for small kernels of bliss?