In the morning silence sitting alone well my wheezing cat is here beside me but otherwise alone
Memories of my earlier days seem to enter and exit my thoughts seldom present long enough to dwell upon unable to be opened fully that I may enjoy those which had shaped the good and positive portions of my being
The bad times those that shaped the negative within me they never leave they're always with me yet they were lessons that needed learning
These lessons their very memories repulsive as they are move me toward an acceptable behavior
I don't even want to think about reliving the moments that brought them
In continually moving away from these times unto times that spread happiness to others I am able to express my thankfulness that I learned to pay attention
You see the pain of the negative and not wanting another to experience it opened the heart and freed my spirit
Maybe the fleeting memories those that I thought I wanted to dwell on though grand maybe they're not the important ones
Maybe it's the memories of hard times that keep me on a road that makes a difference