Losing the memories that never were.

I remember 

The day I learned how to ride a bike.

And fell.

I remember the day in third grade when I moved to where I am now.

I can recall

Each time my mother has cried since then.

I remember the day that my father left in that one December.

And I tried to cry

But the tears wouldn't come.

I remember the first time I failed a test in the second grade

In English.

I remember when the war started.

Of two families.

Blame passed around to even the innocent.

I remember the very first time I ever went to school.

And threw up in front of the entire class...

And in front of the school.

I remember the first time I was ever bullied.

For the simplest of things seeing as it was in the 1'st grade.

My very first heartache.

Yet it was about one of my best friends 

Who thought it would be pleasuring

To create a story 

With actors

And pretenders

That hurt me so much that it broke my heart.

Sometimes I wonder if it was right to give forgiveness.

She wouldn't have.

I remember when I wrote my first good poem.

Right after my first heartache.

I remember when I was diagnosed with athsma.

I recall when I got my first love of music.

I can remember all of my heartaches right up to the most recent.

What I can't remember 

Is when my heart came back together.

Human dignity + compassion = Peace.