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Processing Memories While Healing

I remember when I lived on that street,

The beat box of struggle and jump rope.

I remember when I lived on that street,

Now I cope to broaden the scope 

Of my 

Imaginative 

Creative 

And Spiritual 

Thoughts

I can’t turn down that road 

Where dreams and dead animals rot.

To compromise my desires

Is to stifle each of my children,

That neighborhood means me no good

I won’t compromise my values, 

For you.

The bargaining 

Doesn’t occur on middle ground,

We are not even on the same street.

You sacrificed a little 

I gave my all,

Watching my identity 

Strip away from me,

Tearing through my validity.

I am on No More Sabotage Dr.

And you are on Liar’s Lane.

I am on I Want to Stay Alive St.

And you are on Hurt Others Because of My Pain Way.

There’s no way 

I can turn back now 

Fear no longer controls the steps of these feet.

Pitter-Patter now

more of a thump-thump,

Look at this beautiful little girl,

She is simply amazing.

No more stifling of any children.

How selfish I have been before

And will no longer be,

birthing my children

And still living selfishly

Chasing all the “you’s”

And you all chasing the “me’s”

It gets old.

I remember when 

I lived on that street

Of misery.

Misery Lane will keep you insane

And I tried to help a few folks 

In the name of empathy.

Not even able to do that for myself

I – compromised my growth.

Now I look back in reflection 

Thanking God that I get to try again 

And choose not to deplete myself

How many more times will I defeat myself?

None. 

I remember when I lived on that street,

The beat box of struggle and jump rope.

I remember when I lived on that street,

Now I cope to broaden the scope 

Of my 

Imaginative 

Creative 

And Spiritual 

Thoughts

I can’t turn back down that road 

Where dreams and dead animals rot.


I noticed that throughout my healing journey I often struggle with the emotional impact of memories. I can remember when memories of people, places, and things were a sure trigger for me to spiral. Writing is my best and most consistent coping skill to help me process memories. I posted the reflection and poem below. Not everything that I write is well received, but I would ne dishonest if I said that I don’t smile a little more inside when my work is appreciated.

Read Are There Cultural Aspects to “Not Having a Voice?”https://jusjesspoetry.org/2023/07/16/culture-having-a-voice/

Jusjess Poetry – Writing My Way Into My Destiny

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