Le Cygne

Forgetting

It's a challenge,

Forgetting.

One must learn to block

The memories and the pain,

The sadness and anxiety

You've lived with so long.

You are forced from your so-called solitude

And into the fray

To confront the ghosts of the past,

The ones who cost you your sanity,

Orchestrate the hurt you can't shake,

And litter your tear-stained skin with scars.

Forgetting is either a time of silence

Or a time of screaming,

A time of hesitant forgiveness

Or the will to overcome and bare the unforgivable.

Forgetting is allowing yourself to be pardoned

From the scared and seething self-loathing shadow

Thats coils 'round and constricts your heart.

It doesn't mean that you won't remember it when you lie awake some nights,

That it won't sneak into your slumbering mind

And remind you why you are what you've become;

That will always be with you,

It's a part of you now,

But forgetting, moving past,

Means it no longer defines you.

Instead it whispers in a secret-sharing hush

"You are stronger than your fear."

"You are stronger than your scars."

"You are strong."

And with this,

Accompanied by time,

The weight of the cross you bore

Decreases

And you find yourself born anew.