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.