Holding On To Me

Memories are a tricky business. I seem to remember clearly the best parts and bury the not so pretty ones in a dark recess. Just far enough out of reach, that I can barely see the fuzzy outline.
I tell myself, I think more out of a need for acceptance, that this is a Preservation reflex. In order to put one foot in front of the other, I can’t focus on what damaged, but find energy in what’s Possible. 
Conversations are diluted in the retelling, places are transposed onto different moments and only constant connections maintain clarity.
I’m feeling pretty strong today. I am ready to embrace what was, knowing that it led to what Is. 

Photo location Cliffs Of Moher, Ireland
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