I have a memory stuck in my mind
It’s not the trash I didn’t take out
It’s drowning
Begging to be saved
Gasping for air between every shout

But I won’t reach for its begging hand
There is nothing there for me now
It will never sink
Only cry eternal
I can’t save what love won’t allow

Don’t bother me anymore
Don’t ask me why or how
A memory, what is it good for
Leave me to my new life
There’s nothing left for me now

I don’t feel as if I am lost
No, I know exactly where I am
Freedom is without and within
Without the past
But within my grasp

Don’t bother me anymore
Don’t ask me why or how
A memory, what is it good for
Leave me to my new life
There’s nothing left for me now

Comments

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on May 18, 2018:

Thank you Rinita. A long-time friend of mine also pointed out that line. I suppose it's just about gaining control of our emotions and knowing we have the ability to make things new again. Easier said than done.

Rinita Sen on May 18, 2018:

"Freedom is without and within

Without the past

But within my grasp"

This summarizes the essence of the poem. Good one!