Memories, when they haunt you,
And don’t drive them away.
If you do,
They’ll come back to you like boomerangs.
Instead, allow them to pass through you,
Let them cause that sting,
That spasm of pain,
And that pinch of uncertainty of life.
But, as time passes,
See them gradually losing the venom,
And the aches becoming much less painful,
Not because you have grown resistant;
But because they have lost their resolve.
And one day,
You can tear them away,
Like the dried skin over a healed wound.
But for that to happen,
Give them time.
Let the cuts dry.