Memories

I ponder the past with such fond embraces. Wondering somedays, what might have happened if I had chosen a differant path. Something I am sure many have done before, and many will do after me. I have met some incredible people through out my life, and some have left an impression upon me that will never be erased, and some have left wounds that will never heal.

I have felt passion in ways that many long for, and seen hurt and heart ache, that many, pray will never befall them. I have walked thru darkness and stumbled into the light, and then fallen again, only to be caught by the grace of anothers soul.

My life is blessed with love, companionship, loyality, friendships, family, and self worth. Things which I have fought hard for, and fight to hold on to. Lessons have been taught both painfully, and simply. Learning the true meaning of love, I feel, was the hardest lesson to learn. Closey followed by loyality and self esteem.

I have felt the cruelity of selfishness, and the hollow aches of a broken heart. I know the despair one feels when the world as they know it, seems, to fall apart. I have seen death, felt the sorrow of others, and seen the destructiveness of my own choices upon those around me.

A memory, is something you gain, when you cross something that makes a mark on your soul. The imprint is so deep, no amount of scaring or tears, can  remove it. I have many of these, they give me strength, when I feel all is lost. They remind me, I, am only human, and we all have a past. Stories, erupt from them with fury, and provide inspiration. These, I feel are the most valuable thing we can gain in our lifetime.

Memories of child hood fun, reminders, of young mistakes, and proof of perfect moments. All these things make it worth while. They build character, and strength, support joy and saddness, offer sympathy and courage.

My memories make me who I am. They show what I am made of, and what I have the chance to offer others. They gave me strength to be the woman I am, and to be an excellent wife, mother, and companion.

Jan 31, 2004 Jennifer Marie

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is isn't finshed. Its not the final draft, I just needed to put it down somewhere.

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Afzal Shauq's picture

wow..this is also heart kissing writing... well done