amy courts: en route

November 25, 2008, 10:07 am
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It’s when I’m least expecting
These memories do their worst
History spins me round until
I’m dizzy, drowning in old hurt

I try to seal them off
Imprison them by hope
Turn back to where I’m headed now
Leave them bound, tied, roped

Still, always, they untangle
And come after me again
Teasing, haunting, laughing, taunting
Tearing from within

And yet, I press still onward
Determined if distraught
Leaning on a future
Trusting all history has taught

Perhaps I’ll never lose for good
These stinging memories
But learn to sift and from them pull
All worth remembering