Memories lost

Moments, precious, sacred bits of time,

Dusty, tattered, now they're left behind,

Things we once held dear,

Nightmares we used to fear,

Lost, forgotten deep inside the corners of our mind.

Friends once close, now so very far away,

Dreams soon gone in remembrance of day,

No one cares and no one cries,

When a thought or idea dies,

 Bright colors of memories fading slowly away to gray.

Items once held close, now there's no thought you have to spare,

The little things you'd cry about, but now you barely care,

Growing up and standing bold,

Throwing down what you would hold,

What had once comforted you, now will no longer be there.

Copyright August 19, 2015, by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.

The past affects the future

The past creates the present,

And the time that's yet to be,

What happens will affect us all,

And the way in which we see.

A troubled man, abused, despised,

With a past that's full of hate,

Will respond in ways that are his own,

And his future he shall create.

An orphan girl that's poor and weak,

And yet is kind to all,

When troubles rise her past will decide

If she will rise or fall.

Memories make us ourselves,

They define our character,

They've made the person that you are,

Who you'll be, and who you were.

The good things you must dwell upon,

The bad things you reject,

For though the kind may be frail and weak,

They will grow stronger yet.

But when they think of evil, fear,

Hunger, hate,  the cold and wet,

Those memories are not ones they'll cherish,

But ones they will regret.

Copyright October 31, 2014. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author. (Post a comment about what you would like me to write about next time!)