I wish I had more

happy memories,

sometimes;

but memory lane

remembers the bad

along with the

good—

I can remember

picking blackberries

with mama in the

summer sun,

and indoor picnics

where we'd watch

movies together;

or going to Allegheny

national forest

in autumn—

but it can also remember

all the tears, all of the

bullying, all of the cruelty;

every bad thing which

still cuts like a knife—

they say let the past go,

but it always follows;

Where am I meant to leave it?