Precious Memory by: Jaay Dee Kayy

I want to share a precious memory of mine, 

One that brings me down to earth every time,

Yet at the same time, I feel as if I'm in space,

It makes me feel both dead and alive, this feeling...

Takes over my soul and mind, takes me away from reality,

My real feelings about something, someone, how I feel about a feeling,

This memory, it's a simple one really, but it means the entire world to me,

It keeps me numb yet helps me feel, tears me apart but helps me heal,

A diary of my silent screams and invisible wounds, this memory...

 

When I think about it, it makes me sick to my stomach,

That you would take something so precious and just go and run with it,

And when I tell the world about the wrongs you've commited,

You start to lie and I get angry, my top blows somewhat atomic,

But shortly after, I get this bipolar ass feeling,

That the scorching pain you caused is a part of my healing,

That to keep the balance between good and the bad,

I have to shed the broken skin, now it's exposed what I was concealing,

So basically I had to deal with it....

 

So I wanted to share a precous memory of mine,

One that brings me down to earth every time,

Yet at the same time I feel as if I'm in space,

It makes me feel both dead and alive....

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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