Memories are a blur...

Memories are a blur.
Of the unspoken words
And misunderstood grievances 
Nothing to hold on to what may have seemed clear.
What may have seemed eternal,
What may have seemed true.

Memories are a blur
Not just in trials to do so
But in remembrance,
Of that which had been 
And that which was to be….

Memories are a blur
Not just words slipped into phrases of self respect
But of faces that were alive.
Alive in color
Alive in flooded emotions.

Memories are a blur
Of people and places and time
Of trust, faith that were once sublime...
No moments to recollect
But scratched and screeched marks of moments passed by.

Memories are a blur
But sometimes they get clear,
Not all the strands 
But in a second of emotion running past
As they slide past cold cheeks in its overbearing warmth :
Almost piercing.

Memories are a blur 
In a mind space ramble of illusionary placid existence  
Of fears that escalate 
And murmurs heighten frequency
Florescent colours cloud your mitochondrial membrane. 

Blur, they may be.
Uncalled for, they may be.
Forced to exclusion, they may be.

But they remain.

Memories remain,
Disjoint and distorted as they sail past the currents of time.

In an iridescent blinding glow.