There is often a story
behind the breath.  
The exhale
that moves
over tongues membrane.
The voice that
gives wings to words.

The saga meanders
in ears if you listen.

Sometimes,
the story is light
bringing smile to face.

Other times it's heavy
with truth that burns like fire
needing extinguishing.
.
Good Memories
expand to gather
in scrap books of mind.

Bad memories grow like vines
soficating heart
when pains not replaced
with forgiveness.

It's all part of the journey.
A journey
where stories
get embedded
and perhaps altered
inside a wandering soul.