Memories are painful knives
sheering slices of our lives
into fragments wrought of sorrow,
joy and tidings of tomorrow.
Recollection of the past
unleashes hope of futures vast
if we dare to dream and dance
upon the costly plane of chance.
Those memories are what we save,
they mould us into what we crave
they steel us with tempering fire
upon the anvil of desire.
Darren Goad © 2007 Photo by Hannah Gibbs on Unsplash