Never Forget

The first time I stole was the last time I stole.

I can remember the feel of my hands,

A cold and wet a clammy feeling I can’t forget.

I grasped the dolphin statue no more than three inches,

And I gulped, glancing back, making sure I wasn’t caught.

I can still remeRemembrance

Memories wash over me

as time stands still.

Cry of mercy of my destiny

that God never seems to hear.

Death is everywhere;

suffocation in a well of dead.

We all brave the conditions.

Our lives morph into lead.

Ashes into dust.

Words cease to justify

the lives lost in the smoky night.

Impossible to describe.

My bones turn to rubber.

My skin concaves in.

The world collapses around me.

When will my pain end?

All around me people herd together;

we cuddle for heat.

the soft snow like a blanket,

our tears freeze on our cheeks.

My pain is finally ending;

mercy has come in.

I am a survivor.

I am human again.  mber the tight feeling of my stomach.
It felt like my stomach was knotted with pain,

And that pain exploded in my head.

I can remember the taste of fear;

An acidic taste that made my stomach churn.

My cheeks were beat red; I could feel them heat up.

Anger that I couldn’t afford this trinket bombarded me,

Demanded that I take what I could not have.

But the fear, the thoughts of “taking what did not belong,”

Made me think twice

But I pocketed it anyways and walked out of the small store.

Head low with shame, stomach a mess with fear.

And to this day, I can still taste the fear.

My heart quickens to think, what if I hadn’t returned it?

What if I had just taken it and not of thought twice?

Would I be the same person today?