In the shadows of memory's sway,
Lies the art of forgetting, come what may.
Forgetting, a boon, not a chain,
Liberates the soul from past's refrain.
In the chambers where sorrow resides,
Forgetting becomes a gentle guide.
For who could bear the weight of pain,
If every past hurt were to remain?
To forget is to grant oneself grace,
To cleanse the heart and find a new space.
In letting go, we find release,
From burdens that once refused to cease.
When mistakes haunt and regrets loom large,
Forgetting offers a merciful barge.
To sail away from shores of despair,
And find solace in the open air.
In love's aftermath, when hearts are bruised,
Forgetting heals where memories accused.
To move forward, unburdened and free,
Embracing the present, letting be.
Yet amidst the trials we face,
Some memories hold a sacred place,
To forget them is to lose a part,
Of who we are, of where we start.
Let us wield this power wise,
To let go, to heal, to rise,
Forgetting not as a curse, but a boon,
To navigate life's ever-changing tune.