Memories are ghosts of ourselves

vultures picking apart the here and now

and breaking like continuous waves committing suicide on the shore

a complete collection of all the times you died inside

and each new set of dreams that brought you back

in an illuminous recollection of hope

fading in the stars and the depth of emotion shown

every conquered path of thorns

and every bed of roses that stole your heart

and promises that pierced your soul for good or ill

the ones that shatter your knees

and still take hold and force you to bleed

high balancing fears

and the knights that have kissed away all your tears

shadowed strangers that have rendered you blind

and gave you a harder cause for you to try

each grieving, whimpering night’s loss

the people that helped get you there

and the ones that laughed at every fail

keep your eyes inward to remember it all

after all, they are the very things that made you

and without the burdens weighing you down

you will come through and prevail

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