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By: Keithayonna Davis

I won’t shed a tear.
When the memories flood in
Making sense of everything.
When what said
Corresponds with what was done.

When my mind replays it.
Again.
Again.
Taking me back through those times.

Why would I ?
When wisdom and knowledge
Become crossroads.

I know
That energy can sculpt itself into imagery
Returning.
Reminding.
Revealing.
Taking it’s rightful place
Within me.

I’m wise enough
To view myself as the sender,
The giver
In every circumstance.

I apologize to myself.
Not a victim,
But an observer
Of lessons that have come so far to teach me.

I let the memories flood in.
And I don’t mind
Because everything makes sense.