The Unexpected

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Yesterday at the hospital
Dizziness would creep into my head from a while to another , I could barely see straight
Someone came in , a man I assume
He kept crying and said he was sorry
That he loved me and that this was his fault

I never knew what it was that made them pity me so much?
They kept saying I suffered from "memory loss"
I went home and I remained silent
The urge to figure what kind of past I've had took over me
"How bad could it be?" I wondered
Day one , I went through voicemails
Day two , I went through the dark scribblings that someone I can barely remember used to call "poetry"
Day three , I had it all figured out
I finally knew who I was
"How could someone be so damaged beyond repair and still carry on living?" I wondered
Still not able to picture a version of me carrying this much of darkness and pain inside and it took me seconds to realize how scared of my old self I was
They kept saying I suffered from "memory loss"
I could not take it any longer
With a huge smile after a long while of trying to realize I can make the good out of the bad ... I can bring a dead flower back and even beautify it
I said "can't memory loss be a gift at times? After figuring how scary my spirit used to be... How incapable I was of facing the ones I loved, I'd rather think it is."
And just as I turned around
I was convinced that "memory loss"
The thing that seemed like a trauma
Gave me a pure heart and a clear new mind
Took away my suffering and gave me another chance to freely discover a life without darkness.

-Memory loss