This was by far the most complex poem topic to deal with.  Dealing with memories can be wonderful and nostalgic, but it can be painful and haunting.  I experience the latter.  Revisiting topics in one's past cannot always be public, at least until the writer is comfortable.  I don't believe it is a mater of maturity, but of time.  Remembering times in our lives that make us uncomfortable, or angry, and reflecting on that is what makes us grow into well rounded people.  A poem may not be the best way to reflect or grow as a person for all, but for me, I think it may be a start.
 
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