like rising from the dead

it's a struggle really.
at times, a huge one. but always
so interesting

like a friend request from someone you haven't seen for a decade
like a childhood dream moments after you realize it is realizable

all this time.
like a song that pops out of nowhere telling you exactly the opposite of what you want to hear
like a text from some past i'd rather not remember
like an event that will happen every year even without you

especially now, without you.
like a place you never really liked but a flash of its name on a screen then you're back there


you still don't like it there
you still don't want to remember. you don't have to
you don't understand any of it. you really don't want to remember

but it's done.
you've remembered

and you may hate how
the request, the dream,
the song, the text,
the event, the place

could all come rushing back all at the same time
but you know for sure
there's no point hating forever.

sooner or later, you love
the sooner the better


and you remember all over again.



Say the words
And I'll lift into the air
Carry me on
And I'll stay forever
I'm ready Father
Take my hand
I'm ready Father
To fly, to fly
Fly
-Jason Robert Brown, Flying Home
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