I sat there with a blank page
Dug a little deep
A place to freely express myself
Where the pen and my mind could meet

I pondered for some time,
The memories struck a chord
Not sure if I wanted to go there
Not sure I should explore

Memories locked away in a vault
A place I was sure they’d stay
Certain I could escape the pain
The price I had to pay

The ink just kept on flowing
I paused and took a breath
Reluctant to do this now
So full of shame and regret

Sometimes, things just happen
Nothing we can do or say
Memories are just memories
In the vault, for now, they'll stay