Memories are things that are filled with the pleasant and the pain.
Sitting in the car, thinking back about it when it starts to rain.
The first time you did a good deed,
Riding you bike, scraping your knee while it starts to bleed.
First time you went off and broke a simple rule,
Only did it because you thought it made you cool.
Experiencing life and it's take of loss,
Having a wave of feeling going everywhere across.
Holding a newborn into your hands,
New family and it's expands.
The good times where you sat all night looking up at the stars,
Collecting your comic book money, filling them up in your jars.
Thinking back to the good times when everyone was young,
And then time passes, like it really swung.
Now people are busy with their lives,
Some of them are even becoming wives.
When you think of it, a memory is triggered and you can still feel the emotions from when you did the first time,
The taste of homemade food, when it was the family dine.
Or when trauma affected you and scarred your heart,
You can't chose your memories, the good or bad parts.
You can't control what happens in your mind,
Trusting yourself and questioning your actions on how you were so blind.
These things are what you hold on to,
Feeling happy , sad or even blue.
Just remember that it makes you even more powerful and makes you stronger on the inside,
And be thankful that these things happened, use them as your future guide.
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Rainy Days 🌂
Poetry~ Brief poems [ The real journey is if I can follow a dangerous path] [Friendships needs blocks that stack up one another. No matter how many times they fall down, if you try hard enough the blocks make a tower] Starting date 5/27/2017
