Memories
Memories of a life only half begun yet feels like a lifetime lived.
Growing up with the hardships faced and the blessings embraced.
The child care free now is the adult with responsibilities.
Fighting and loving all while trying to find oneself.
High school an weed seemed to go hand in hand.
Jail and hate, time and growth, the wall my only friend.
Times change an people grow yet an odd comfort remains.
Infatuation, stimulation, the feeling of the adrenaline.
Love lost and love found, a repetative cycle of pain and pleasure.
The feeling of bliss and the joy that follows my dreams.
Hope finds a way to remain, or death will surely follow.
The memories of life follow us like the sun stalking the morning. The good and bad both go hand an hand. It's part of life and must be embraced for growth. Revel in the beauty of it or fall into the shadows.
By Matthew Branton
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