All these
books on writing
asking me to recall
some pleasant memory
from my childhood,
but I cannot recall
even a single one!
Nothing. Nada.
All I remember
is leaving the house
all the time, biking
around the country
with my brother
collecting cans for
candy and junk food.
Where are those
happy memories
that others have?
Playing catch
with their dad
or learning how
to ride a bike?
Why don’t I have any?
Was my childhood
really that unhappy?
Or are unhappy things
easier to remember
and happy things
easier to forget?
I can not draw
any conclusions,
I just get stuck
on these types
of exercises
or am forced
to skip them.
Who knew writing was so hard?
Bliss Writer 