All the King’s Horses

— Judy Sandretto

Some memories have become a burden to me.
They weigh me down and darken my thoughts.
I no longer want these memories
to be a part of who I am.

I don’t want to put them in a room
behind a locked door.
Locks can be broken.

So I will change them into a physical presence-
tiny crystals that I will form into a ball.

I will throw the ball into the air as high as I can
and the crystals will break apart.
They will scatter throughout the universe
and they will hide behind the stars.

No one will ever know and I will never remember again.

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