Blessing of Faded Memories

In winters past,

Are faded memories,

In recesses of our minds.

Past pain that no longer stings,

Like clouds that cover,

During winter days.

All that remains,

Is the ache in my heart,

That is the reminder of my past.

These are the blessings,

As our wounds heal over,

Never to revisit the pain that was.

Life moves forward,

With each passing day,

As we move beyond our past. ~ Brooke

PATHWAY TO JOY AND HEALING