"Memories can be a blessing, Or they can be a curse, They can lift us up and make us smile, Or bring us to our knees in hurt. Some memories are like a warm embrace, That lingers in our hearts and minds, A reminder of the love we shared, And all the joy that we would find. But then there are the memories, That haunt us in the night, Of pain and loss and loneliness, That fill our souls with fright. The memories of what we had, And what we'll never have again, The words we spoke in anger, That we cannot take back again. The memories of the ones we loved, Who left us far too soon, The ache inside our broken hearts, That never quite heals or blooms. But even though these memories, Can hurt us to the core, They show us just how much we've loved, And all that we've fought for. So let us hold these memories, Both the good and the bad, For they are the stories of our lives, The memories we've had. And though they may bring tears and pain, And leave us feeling blue, The memories are a precious gift, That remind us of what's true. ©Sakshi Gupta "