Sometimes the memories hurt
they wrap themselves around my throat
and make it momentarily hard to breathe.
Tears flow freely, as I remind myself
that it’s okay to cry. And it’s okay to feel.
Sometimes I forget that.
For it is the emotion that reminds us:
We’re Alive.
And in this moment, in this memory,
I am very alive
...because my heart is pounding
and the butterflies in my stomach
are flying as if there’s no tomorrow.
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