03 Aug Favoring a Return

The worst things, the best things, lived in memory,
The blunt force trauma of days and the good it hid.
Remembrance, I call you my fondest enemy
For your painful strokes, much good you did.

To be is the doing, to recollect is the deed:
I gather myself up and, taking what I need
From the settled quiet of waters in my head
Adrift with stinging powers I no longer dread.