Memories

In these times I know my mind,

it is not like before.

In those days of forgetfulness and rage

I used to sit in quiet moments

tears rolling down my face

for the woman I could be, but was not.

Somewhere in my heart I know I was only waiting

for someone to take my hand, releasing me from those fears.

Now I look back on those days, some sorrow remains.

Mostly there is joy for the woman I have become,

and I am still growing.

Now those memories matter only in passing,

for they help me to see how far I have come

from memories.