For who am I? Shall I venture into the past? A memory seeming to be trapped. Long forgotten or so I desire. To be thrown in thoughts of constant fire. Bring me into remembrance of what is now. Dig me through the cold, snow to what is bound. Come in haste as they emerge. Present to me with reason the secrets of my soul. See that the future is not yet forged….still….these memories, holding on to the edge of mind. Heart filled by choices and feelings through signs. Never forgotten is love, no matter the distance, nor time. But allow me to grow and be changed for who I am, not who I was and yet to be.
