To remember is to live again,
to relive moments that made us feel,
but sometimes it is to die again,
when the memory makes us suffer.
Laughter and joy,
filled us with energy,
but there are also the wounds,
that bring us pain and agony.
The past becomes a ghost,
that haunts us in the calm,
makes us relive the drama,
and plunges us into disarming sadness.
Remembering is an act of courage,
that confronts us with melancholy,
but it is also a wisdom,
that helps us to heal with joy.
To live again in memory,
is a constant game of victory,
knowing that each memory,
makes us stronger on the path.
To live again, to die again,
two sides of the same coin,
but in each memory we learn to feel,
that life is an eternal dance.