if i were handed a single moment, a single piece of my past,
i would keep it in my hands forever. that moment would
always be with me. i would lock the moment up in a safe
within the confines of my heart. i’d be able to open it
whenever i chose, & only i’d know the passcode. i would pick
a moment to laugh, a time to dance, & a time
to have fun. i would pick a period when i’ve
been tested by everything i’ve done. i would sit & ponder
what moments would always make me happy & choose them
over the sad ones. for this, i’d go the additional mile if i’m
feeling down & out. if i’m in a dilemma, i’d open my tiny safe
of memories, & watch my beautiful moments play out. i would pick
a fleeting moment of hearty laughter when the road seem
difficult to climb, & loop it until i’ve accumulated a
plethora of motivation to try again. & when i hit rock bottom,
i would delve deep into my heart, unlock the safe, peek
inside a room of winning moments; a reminder that hardwok
pays, if i don’t give in to giving up. i’m creating my
own little library in my heart, filled with all the times i spent
before childhood loaned me adulthood. i’d open it whenever
i want, choose a moment & watch it through. my little
library of my boy memories shall serve as a guarantee that
the boy in me lives & thrives in the body of the man
that i have become, is becoming, & will become.