Small Poems...

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Old Memories

Do you remember
When I was happy?
When I had no worries?
When I had no pressure?
When I had no weight on my shoulders?

Well now look at me,
And speak what you see.
It's not the best me, I know.
But it's the me that's here,
The one that's alive.

The other me died long ago,
Along with those old memories.
When the truth was hidden,
And lies were told,
Everything good had to go.

I swear, I tried to keep them alive
I tried to keep them breathing.
But I'm only human, I'm weak
I couldn't fight back.
So those old things never lasted.

Old friends,
Old hopes,
Old dreams,
Old freedoms,
Old memories.

They didn't last.
Neither did she.
So I took her place.
I'm not her,
But you see her through me.

This new me is different.
Its stronger,
Smarter,
Braver,
Older.

And she won't be as naive,
As delicate,
As breakable,
As weak,
As I used to be.

Those old memories were just
Memories.
And now that they're old,
I'll make new ones
That I'll cherish.

And she would be proud
For she is not forgotten,
Nor forgiven,
But remembered as an old friend,
As an Old Memory.