Here

You keep returning to them,
The memories you've concealed away.
What is it about them that draws
your attention more than anything else?

Do you truly wish to dwell in the past?
The one you've preserved in
mementos and souvenirs,
Now securely locked in your memory.

You tell me that time will fade them,
erase them like the existence of humanity
purged in endless wars.

The past you long for isn't your home;
It's a prison containing all the
pain and hardships you've endured,
the ones you've conveniently forgotten.

Come back to the here and now;
It's not devoid of suffering,
But it contains you,
armed with the knowledge,
and brave enough to 
confront any adversity that
foolishly challenges you.