A scar like Harry Potter

Just one glance, one tiny look and time has swallowed me whole.

I'm in the belly of the whale, my small craft is capsizing,

memories flooding.

But I'm a good swimmer it will take more,

more than a scar to drowned me.

I wish I could remember to remind myself to never-mind the rest, but the rest is easier for my mind to recall.

Easier than the memory of the second, the moment, the many many moments where I say it is all for good and the powers that be, will surly remember me.

Sadly, I forget to remember to remind the me that truly believes, "never mind the rest".

Because the rest just remembers far too fondly.