Why can't bad memories be like feathers
And blow away in the wind
Why do they have to be like bricks that weigh us down
Building walls and keeping us from being who we are
Why can't bad memories be like a running stream
Forever moving away from us
Ending in a sea of forgetfulness
Why must we relive them
Over and over, even in our dreams
Why can't we just chase them away
Like we would a stray dog.
Why can't bad memories be like shadows
That disappear with the coming sun
Why must they always haunt us

Rose Waugh ©2002