Twenty some years ago,
I never thought,
I never thought how much I would forget.
I am positive there are others like me.
’tis sad when so much negative situations,
become reasons why so much became forgotten.
Not like the kind of forgetting, where one forgets,
forgets where their keys are. But the kind of forgets
that become blockages, doors slammed tight forgotten.
Often, my mind frustrates me.
These episodes of forgetfulness,
they seem to have their own life.
Where is my mind, where is the rest of it?
Will I ever regain what is shut behind those shut doors?
Is what is there even worth prying open?