Memories

We all have our memories
Our happy ones are sad one our random unexplainable ones
The ones we keep to make us laugh when we’re sad
The people we knew
The places we’ve been
The lessons we’ve learned and the ones we say we want to forget but really the embarrassment makes us laugh
The films that make us cry, with sadness, with happiness, with laughter
We all have our memories
They are us and they are separate to us
They can be shared, like a memory of a party
Or private, like a memory of the first time you saw your first love
Sometimes they are purely the memory of a single image forever in your mind
A perfect petal caught in a gentle breeze
Or the look of shock mixed with horror on your best friends face and she slides across the ice rink on her butt.
Our memories make us inside and on our surfaces.
The memory of our first trip to A&E is often played across our skin for everyone to see
Or we try to show our memories to everyone by inking them on ourselves

Our memories link us.
Memories of the first day of the school.
The first person you talked to.
Even if you never spoke again they will remember you.
Memories of your first teacher.
They will remember you.

Memories hurt us.
The words, the punches and sometimes the regret.
But memories shape us.
Teach us to be stronger and ignore the hurt.
And smile through the pain because you know you can overcome it.

Memoires make us.
Even the ones we wish we didn’t have they help us.