Sometimes a memory can cut like a knife

sharpened on the blade of choking guilt

and all you look for is the comfort of your mama’s quilt

to drape you in love from the afterlife

Surrender to the pain, raw and rife

Write notes and love songs to a house well-built

Sometimes a memory can cut like a knife

sharpened on the blade of choking guilt

Traverse the sorrow and strife

Let it go, let it wilt

Be the water traveling through the silt

stronger for these lessons in life

Sometimes a memory can cut like a knife

Image by Myriams-Fotos from Pixabay 

Prompts: OctPoWriMo Day 6, Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompts