A Fickle ThingA Poem by Mariah KristenSometimes it is better to forget.Memory is a fickle thing I remember singing in chorus with resounding joy. I recall the grainy feel of air during a walk on the beach. I feel my mother’s arms around me, Sheltering me from the bitter wind. But there is one thing I can’t remember And perhaps, never shall. That grip on my arm by an unholy fury. My sister wailing at my side. Those hateful words from a most trusted person I want to feel your arm break. Yet Memory is a fickle thing I cannot remember this, though A fresh sea rises inside. This one betrayal is beyond my mother’s hands Can that which is forgotten be forgiven? Memory is a fickle thing It cannot be relied to tell the truth of feeling So I have forgotten and forgiven My Mother Everything© 2013 Mariah KristenAuthor's Note
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Added on July 30, 2013Last Updated on July 30, 2013 Tags: memory, forgiveness, fickle thing AuthorMariah KristenOrlando, FLAboutI am on the verge of changing just about everything in my life. One of those changes is putting my stories and the occassional poem out there for others to enjoy. When I write for pleasure it's fa.. more..Writing
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