Hard Questions

Sometimes I have to ask myself hard questions. 
I almost never have an answer. 
I delve into the depths of my mind looking for clues, and always resurface with memories. 
Memories I'd rather forget. 
Memories that make me worry. 
Memories that never should have happened. 
Memories that make me cry. 
Once I remember one, I can't stop. They keep on coming until there's nothing left of me
But a puddle of memories on the floor of a darkened room. 
Sometimes all I wish for is to choose what memories to keep, and which should be buried away in my brain where even I can't find them. 
Sometimes that feels impossible. 
But I'll just have to keep trying, for there's nothing to do but carry on, 
Put on your hat, 
Drag your feet through the slushy snow
And face the day. 
 

emi_art_now

NY

15 years old

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  • leaving the heart

    she takes the stairs, 

    her heels click clacking down the hardwood steps. 

    she turns the tarnished silver doorknob, 

    and the door creaks open. 

     

    before her sits a man. 

  • too far to hold

    I catch a glimpse. 

    from afar, 

    the shine of his silky hair in the golden sunlight

    his expression unreadable, 

    as if he's pondering something he'd never tell a soul. 

  • watching him

    Kathy watched out her window as Samuel left his apartment, 

    spit his gum on the ground

    and lit his cigarette. 

    the same as yesterday. 

    the same as every day.