Memories are too alive.

Days when l could use more sunshine,
memories are too alive.
They said your strongest weapon is your mind
but my weakest link is my heart.
Veins that pulsate in conversation,
how can l forget vintage verses,
in reversible motion they seemed duplicated in my skull.
I wanted to spin and tell my toes
the ground it stands on is a battlefield of memories,
packed in dungeons of seasons.
Soldier armed with words,
sharpened by raw emotion,
oceans of hope,
I know l carry the future
because l am pregnant with words.

I swallow hard the curves in my bold voice,
but really all l want is to remain real.
memories like your own shadow
always there, holding a powerful reminder stick.
Even after death someone will remember you,
me and you locked in the chains of memories.
I saw how ignorance of memories left many lost,
well a heart that no longer knew its belonging,
misplaced in a routine of self deception
but really memories are too alive,
hold them tight like your perfect soulmate,
let it live its time,
one day you will turn into it
just a simple memory.