Blank Memory

I wish I had some aspirations to become something at that age. The earliest I remember is probably 11 or 12 but even then I doubt that I really had a passion for any of the things I mentioned.

I doubt I even understood we had to be something when we grow up. I may have wanted to be a fairy or witch or basically any creature that could do magic. I have very vague memories of my childhood which is very much open to interpretations. It could be cause I never understood the importance of those moments, or could be cause I wanted to forget some memories which were painful or it could be as what I would say now that my “ROM” part of the brain is very limited.

I think at that age all I wanted was to be happy, play with my sister all day and hug my parents and sleep at night. I never had a thought of tomorrow and guess that was the best phase of my life.

Daily writing prompt
When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I’ll take a little more pain

I’ll take a little more pain,
If hurting me is what gets you to your feet,
I’ll take that pain.
If unloading your frustrations makes your day a little brighter,
I’ll take that pain.


If putting me down makes you stand a little taller.
I’ll take that pain.
If making me fell worthless is what you need to value yourself,
I’ll take that pain.


If blaming your failures on me is what gives you the courage to try again,
I’ll take that pain.
If silencing me is what gives you peace of mind,
I’ll take that pain.


If walking away from me is what you need to follow your dreams,
I’ll take that pain.
If breaking me down is what will build you back up,
I’ll take that pain.
I’ll take a little more pain to see you smile, dream and hope again!