Forgotten?

The knowledge of these histories are absent to my thoughts. Scattered, these individualized past roam. Do they know of my trauma filled life? They are oblivious, to such a degree, that they brush my shoulder and continue right along. Oh, how I wish that this were a dream. But the nightmares of my history are camoflauged by a light. Although, this light has abundant power, these late night terrors will not be forgotten. So, as I sit here with my head held high and a smile on my face, my eyes prove a different story. A story that will never be forgotten. A never ending testimony, I will grow with.