Glad I am that I found this place,

A shelter from the everyday storm

Let me first, before showing my face,

Introduce myself - this is the norm.

New to this motley crowd I am,

Although I write since the 80s.

Books I have written on paper with pen.

Amazon published some of them lately.

Royalties zero I have received,

As nobody wanted to buy.

So, after a few hours of grief

Humbly decided to give it a try.

Kindle behind, I aimed for the contests

And here I am now - joining the latest.

- Do you remember...

- I don't. All memories from my past are erased.

- How come?

- I won't tell you my flaws, they are not to be praised.

- Still there's nothing that comes to your mind?

- Nothing, blind spots, blurred shadows, pictures of something unclear.

- Aren't you really one of a kind!

- Hope so, otherwise there's a good reason for fear.

- Why so? Isn't it good to let go of all the bad things that trouble your sleep?

- I prefer them to stay as long as I know that the good ones remain, those I wish to keep.

It's our memories that make us unique.

Our life - worthy of living.

Alas, we are not the ones to pick

Which one to stay and which to give in.

And when your entire past withers with time

When it's too late to search for a cure

You have two choices - heads or tails of the dime,

Either to grieve or to accept and inure.