Thanks to Jehovah for memories

  Bittersweet is the melody, the words.
Still they blast deep within to
encourage of prayer and just moving
forward.

  Close off the signs of laughter,
the mockery. Distance I place in presence.
Any way to block.

  Empty of boxes. One by one, the
past I say goodbye to. Old photographs
I debate if it is necessary to keep. To
bury them or just burn them because
the memory is etched in my mind.

  The story could go on and on yet
today I put "THE END" on the first
paragraph. Bold letters scream terror
to exit this emotion, this memory.

  Jehovah our God shows how to walk
away. Courage, strength to distance
myself.

  Did I remember the constant
reminder given? No. Chiding self then
write it over and over so blazing
throughout my mind. Every time
thoughts enter the reminder of
over, end is there. To move on,
forward.

  Who else to thank but Jehovah.