Memories

Memories that we remembered fondly, are often painful
More often than we will be haunted by happy moments
That is the irony of memories
Our life stories.

So often that we want to run away, because it is painful
We want to hide away, under the blanket
In a far away land where we are strangers once again
That is the sad part of it
Leaving behind it all.

We don't know what good will come out of it
But we want to escape and jump right back into normalcy
Hopefully this is a nightmare which we can awake from
Wishing away each day and night.

Memories, what can we really make out of it
Twisted and painful, ugly and haunting
The scars not seen but it is felt
The effect more lasting than we want to admit.

We close our eyes and wish them away
Yet they are with us everyday
Sometimes we don't remember
Ironically, it is never gone ever.

Then one day, we look back and we managed a smile
We look out into the yonder, as we want to remember
Those times, those memories, yes painful as they can be
Yes, the scars, the cuts, the pricks, every single detail
Vivid as it was only yesterday
Admitting right now, as we remembered it clearly again
Because of the pain that gave us courage
That made us create a new page.

Memories are the most effective tool
That sharpens ourselves towards our goals
Let's not lament, ever so
Let's move on, and go
Let it be the fuel of our determination
Let the memories be the soul of our new destination
For memories are not as painful as it seems
For the rewards we have yet to redeem
Memories, they are indeed
Painful or however they want to be
Let us not fall victim to circumstances
Let us use these as our tools of tomorrow's success.