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.