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