Quiet mornings
Sitting alone
The echoes of memories
Long unforgotten
Tap insistently
At the brain
Music doesn’t
Drown out the voices
Night lights can’t
Chase away
The ghosts and monsters
From the past
Cloak yourself
With the cape
Of unconditional love
From others true
But more important the love
Of yourself
Arm yourself
With the crystal sword
That comes with remembered smiles
Those swords
Can carve out the words
From the sentences
Rewriting the stories
Into your own
Surround yourself
Your arms
Your heart
With the precious memories
That bring peace
To your soul