Remember

I remember my feet frozen like icicles in the winter
I remember my heart being just as cold,
while anger burned to the core of my bones
I remember thinking to myself then, how paradoxical it all seemed

I remember falling and failing while skating on the ice
I remember nobody held my hands that day

I remember the colour of my bruise.

But I remember to forgive after
For I remember I was no better
& I remember to forget....that is, until today.

*Written during my poetry class today.
"Memory is easily made into poetry because it is a treasure chest within you" -B. Wint