Words from TheGoodGirl: Memory Jars

Inside my mind
And heart,
There is a library of memories.

The memories are contained in jars,

Categorized into years

And persons.

There are memories

(or years or persons)

That I choose not to remember at all.

They’re in the shadowy recesses of my mind,

Like dark aisles in a library.

I keep them there as I don’t want to be reminded

Of experiences or moments

That were humiliating,

Frightening,

Hurting
Heartbreaking.

Such memories, unfortunately, never leave.

They just stay in our consciousness:

A person of the past

Death

A failed relationship

Insecurity or fear...

And you just push the jars back.

In a visit to the library,
I recently opened one,

Without realizing the consequences.

The memories rushed out,

Like a flood.

I was not able to control the outpour,

I was carried away

And got lost.

Yet after the initial deluge,

I sifted the experiences
And as I go through each moment,

All I could do was to stop and stare in awe,

And remember (everything) in wonder.

Yes, you are here again

And I'm back to square one now.

I opted to replace the lid

And close the jar,

Returning it to where it belongs – the past.

Yet I am setting aside another empty jar 

Waiting for you to fill it up again.

This time,

With forever.

~TheGoodGirl