Suppressed memories, secret memories
Lay unrevealed in the corners of my mind.
I'd locked them up and thrown away the key--
My memories.

I kept the drawers in my mind
shut tight, memories packed away,
for I could not cope with it all.
No one could know. No one could understand.

Struggle. Internal combat.
Is everything in there bad?
Rifling through the drawers looking for a glint of good.
In a secret compartment I found a certain spark.


I

realized:





locking


up
my



agonizing

Memories


does

not



take


them
away.



Why
must


I
hide

them



in



fear?

Instead,

I



hold
my

key,
unlock

my

drawers

with

pride,




and

unpack

my

memories,
for




the


world
to





see.