My memories are
scattered pieces
blowing in the wind
some floating carelessly
others moving with purpose.

Some are solid and strong
taking root in my soul
like a tree
never swaying in the winds
of a storm.
some live in shadows of darkness
cowering in the corner
sucking their thumb
crying
hiding
and want desperately
to float away
Some are locked
with chains and padlocks
surrounded by barbwire
a key nowhere
to be found
just waiting
for the gate keeper
to free my soul.


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Happy Holidays and I hope the season
brings you many wonderful memories.
Cheers! (-;[>