Forgotten Words

I never wanted anyone to see what I had written. I still hate going back and rereading my papers, even though all my professors tell me to, and when the paper is graded and given back to me, I put it in a drawer, refusing to look at anything but the grade. I was always afraid of what they would say, afraid they wouldn't like what I had written, and I knew that if they didn't like what I had written, I would be too ashamed to write again. That's why I like this blog so much. I can write whatever and no one knows it's me. But while finishing up homework, and finding just one more thing to do on the computer, I saw my sister had tagged me in a note on Facebook.  As soon as I had started reading it, I couldn't help the tears that streamed down my face. She had found an old paper of mine, and thinking it was hers, she started to read it. It was written about someone we both dearly loved, and lost. I couldn't stop crying as my sister shared her memories, and I'm still shaking. And then she thanked me, thanked me! for writing that paper, that I thought had been all but forgotten. To think that my words could have so much meaning, to evict such powerful memories that had been waiting to be set free. I'm so grateful, and I feel so unworthy, for in the memories she had written I could feel my own words fade in comparison. I know words are powerful, but I never thought my words could ever carry so much weight. I wrote that paper almost two years ago......but now I'm wondering, maybe, maybe I could reread my old paper, and remember what should never have been forgotten in the first place.