Daggers

Memories are like daggers and boulders
the cut deep anhd crush mercilessly.
I wish I could tell my youngerself
it's okay to be you
to not shrink to fit a mould
too small 
limiting and not true.

Memories leave wounds that struggle to heal
festering with each new failure
until Little becomes a bid deal.
Them memories
choke the life out of your reality
because they mock the you
you buse to be
could have been should have been
may never be...

Memories are like daggers and boulders
At once their is deep joy and deathly pain
when you realise
you can never live that life again
burning lava snake down your face
and leave a trail of regret
that overwhelms and defeats 
I have to hold tight 
today I gain relieve by looking ahead
My tommorow may yet spring a mustard seed