This piece was actually inspired by a conversation I had with someone. This person had dealt with more childhood trauma than anyone should ever have to, and it was so bad that their brain blocked a majority of the memories from that time. They also had a difficult time remembering things that were happening in their every day life. Writing this was my way of trying to further connect to and understand what that must be like.
What is laughter, What is joy? If I had it before I don't recall it anymore. What is sorrow, What is pain? If I went through it before I can't remember anymore. It doesn't matter if it was good or bad My brain won't let me reflect on the moments I had. Oh, what a relief you might think it to be, But for me, I believe this is what you call agony. Were there smiles, Were there tears? Your face is one I can no longer hold on. Were there shouts, Or peaceful talks? Your voice is one I no longer hear anymore. It doesn't matter if it was happy or sad My mind won't recall any of the moments we had. Oh, what a relief they may think it to be, But for me, I believe this is what you call misery. My memory is one I can't unfold All I know about me are the stories I was told. Oh, what I would give to remember life clearly, I don't know, but for many I'm sure it'd be plenty. ©S.T. Apr. 19, 17