As I share the memories of this life,

They come forth causing only strife.

For life has been so hard you see

Keeping others from loving me.

Walking through forest, glade and hill,

waiting, watching, wondering still

Will there be a time for us

Or will we simply turn to dust

While living with these facts, so true

It’s helpful that you know them too.

For times may come I can’t preclude

Causing stressful interludes,

Where memories return to facts so real

One wonders if they’ll ever heal

Healing after years of waiting,

During these times often hating

The events that caused the memories to form

Are always extremely far from the norm

Change them if I could? You ask.

No, I would never choose that task.

For the sacrifices once made by me

Were made to set many others free

And if events present a new

I’ll be right there to fight with you

The memories of the new inlayed

Upon the ones already made

Even then I will not cave

Provided we don’t see the grave.