push on.

Sometimes I wish I had the power, the power to forget; the power to move on and play pretend, like we had never met; A power to erase the moments that caused distress, forgetting the pains but still savouring the lessons in my mind. Living out the lessons through the way that I choose to live. There is a heaviness in my chest that is weighing me down, slowing my breathing, making me fall to the ground. There is a pressure on my temples where weight seems to have settled, my eyelids are dragging and a stinging has set in. There is a deadness to my arms, falling, pulling them toward the floor. A struggle has ensued, brought on by crude and harsh realities, challenging me to push on and overcome. I can try to forget, erasing the memories and forgetting the hurtful, avoiding the faces that remind me of the hardest of times, but this power to erase, forever losing these memories, would be a lie; a life that is a lie, a lie that I would be living, day in and day out. Looking forward and embracing the lessons of my past and living in the moment. This is what I will do. This is how I will live. Living for the moments that overshadow the bad with good; overpowering the fall downs and lifting me up. I know that at the end of it all, at the end of everything, I will be victorious.