sifting through emotional archives

she sat still and mulled

why some memories were sharp

while others were  dulled

there were entire pages

blank without  a word

she passed through all her stages

not a memory sound  heard

was it because with time softness settles in

or is it facing truth would cause too much chagrin

was what she was still running from

a source of liberation

or would its hard uncovering

be cause for much libation

would she ever know

would it help her grow?