No annual reminder except that which I keep in my head
No mention from anyone who knows or thinks they know
Out of sight, out of mind
If I could I'd probably take that stance as well
Who wants to think about the cruel realities of life when they don't have to?
No one does.
No matter how hard the outer shell inside is soft flesh and warm blood
And we'd rather think happy thoughts
In this at least, we're all the same
Nevertheless my reality must be faced sooner or later.
Most times sooner than later
Truth is, I'll never forget
I can only pray to God that one day I'll forgive
Secret thoughts become my internal foes
Mental struggles to grapple with daily
So what's new?
Today's just another day.
Typhani M. Roberson