Selective Memory

by Jennifer Wren Call

We talk of memory
as if it's the crown—
the treasured keeper
of all we've known.

But forgetting—
that quiet, stubborn grace—
is just as holy.
It lets us go.

Without the blur,
the ache would stay sharp.
Without the fade,
we’d never move on.

To remember is human.
To forget?
That’s survival
in soft disguise.