beyond the memories...

the moments pass by so quickly
so hard to tell when today blends into tomorrow,
they become one long stretch of story,
replete with pain, joy, bewilderment, anger, and the mundane...
time, time that marches onward
does not always bring the heart and soul with it,
and leaves behind memories
of what was.

and the memories,
sometimes awakened
unpleasantly, sometimes brought to life again,
one relives the struggles and the sorrows,
and though time is a great healer of wounds,
there are those which it can only numb,
or perhaps bury, because it urges you forward to meet the next wave...

the memories,
interlinked with hopes and fears and dreams
can form into
a shattered mass
that lies on the floor, brokenness...

the memories remain forever.
they can never change,
but only change through the person viewing them
for growth brings with it deeper understanding,
and a clearer vision of where life has led them,
so slowly and yet it all fits together,
the unfolding petals into a flower ...

yet beyond the memories
there is peace.
there is hope.
the dawn of the sun as the stars fade into
the brightening sky...
it speaks of surmount.
it speaks of what remains,
the day before you,
one to form, one to shape,
one to make new.