For some things it takes a great deal of remembering
To forget about thinking things you no longer want
To remember.
The terrible days that stalk you
Will always do so.
They have such a hold on your heart
It is impossible to let them go.
For those the only solace Is to bury them beneath a trust in new experiences.
The hurts of love you thought you would not live through
Have already proved weak each time you draw a breath.
It is the smaller things, slights, humiliations, disappointments
That live so close to the heart’s life they can only
Be forgiven.
They can’t be forgot but grow smaller
Every day you grow into the person you really are.
But the easiest of things to forget, you never notice
They are missing from your memory until too late.
They are the things that will hurt the most because
They were best parts of your lives, you never imagined
You would forget.
K. A. Brace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem