Can you relate either way what are your thoughts on this short poem?

Struggles, troubles coming from the nasty parts of the jungle,
They dropped anchor on you and some are on the headway tout de suite.
Though they are in your memories, experience and have stimulated unfading emotions, they are not your identity.

Life’s pencil is sharper than yours; it has been there way
before you became you and got yours,
But an eraser erases just a well no matter the side it’s on.
Sometimes they will be a plethora of negativity inspiring memories
Trying to change you and not for the better.
Unless you want to become worser then dear worker
Let it go before it makes you weaker.
Let it go and carry it with you as a memory of something you let go.