I got your nicely wrapped parcel in the mail,
Your memory is ever so vivid.
The clips of moments I would choose to forget,
The sound of voices that randomly play in my head,
The acts of shame and betrayal, I earnestly want to forget.
You remembered every bit
And you sent them in the parcel with an invitation.
My life was going pretty well, you know,
I hadn’t shed a tear in so long,
My eyes were finally learning how to smile,
I was starting to really forget.
It didn’t hurt as much anymore.
And everything, every pain was numb.
I agreed to have dinner with you,
Because I have something to say,
‘i refuse to let you control me.
I refuse to be bitter and angry at people
And about things that happened long ago,
I refuse to beat myself up over mistakes I made,
And people I hurt. I forgive myself.’
I have the present to live in and
The future to look forward to.
If I’m ever confronted with bad memories ,
I will only look at them and see how far I’ve come.
They will only be a reflection of how much stronger and wiser I am.
Next time you send me a parcel,
Attach a note saying “you’ve come a long way”.
“I hope you enjoyed dinner” I said.
I asked the waiter for my bill , paid it off,
grabbed my purse and walked away never looking back.