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The Memories


Hello Everyone, I'm back with another poem. My intention while writing this poem was to subtly imply that memories are experiences, and it doesn't matter whether they're good ones or bad ones. They are a platform for education and awareness and shouldn't be hidden. I had hoped to question the common practice of hiding the embarrassing moments in one's life. You may not want to display them, but you don't have to delete them either. What do you think? Do you agree with my perspective or do you have one of your own?

Memories:

Store the beautiful,
Ensure the ugly is hidden,
But only from public view
For the memories will always remain,
As long as they are allowed

Challenge the conscious,
To delve deep into the subconscious
To extract the painful,
To merge with the joyous
For the memories will behave,
As they are instructed

Do not fear the act of forgetting, 
Cherish it with open arms, 
Relive your memories
While the memories are yours

-Poem Fanatic

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