her memories

as she forgets who she is, she smiles she's finally free. she never would of choose to forget but it wasn't her choice. sometimes she's fine not knowing her name or if she has family other times it gets scary not knowing if anyone even here her voice wondering aimlessly from minute to minute but loves to here stories of her life and love sometimes happy sometimes sad but no matter witch they fit like a glove she wakes up smiling every day can't even tell if she's in pain nights is a different story she screams and cries trying to get someone to come protect her from her nightmares until the night her dreams stop now she can remember all the stories told and the man from them was standing at the gate with open hand. she's home with her memories