Memories

So many memories did I make, that I long to consign them to a lake,

Some friendships I prized above all, never did I imagine that from their pedestal I should fall,

Some moments I kept salted away in the recesses of my mind, only to have them make me blind,

So many people I came across, that life made many of them go away for a toss,

It all feels so unreal, that I wish for solid ground beneath my feet,

But instead, only uncertainties and vagueness do I meet,

As I sit back in my chair and doubt their authenticity,

My mother tells me, ‘now it is high time, do not wallow in their historicity’,

‘Alas, I say, such is the misery of existence, that I cannot let go of these tangles’, much as she cannot let go of her bangles,

But one must untangle oneself to move ahead, or else find one’s life unmade,

Hence here I raise my head and look towards the future, with a promise as bright and faithful as the green jade…

One last thought seizes me before I continue, which says, ‘do not forget thy memories, for they hold within them thy experience and knowledge of hardships long past’,

And I smile and brush the thought aside, for this I indeed know, and it is time to break free and work towards the future, which I intend to make last.