Tied together between the twisted words of the harsh reality called the past
Bound together like a broken mirror glued together, yet barely holding on
Slipping through the sands of time, unable to grasp the feeling of life
Yet, somehow, your here, holding the little fragments of your journey thus far
Culminated by snapshots and still photographs imbedded in your mind
Memories, so you call them, overflowing like a river running dry
Stepping stones guiding the way, jumping further distances, come what may
Weakness grows stronger
Stronger becomes better
Trying to grasp what maybe no longer
Yet, you are you, for many reasons above
Always remember, no matter what, you are LOVED