Will there be a future as it would have been?
Change is wind and storms can rage,
For emotion is human and humans we are.
Not monsters aggressively pacing and tearing on dreams.
It’s a proud moment, an atmosphere of progress.
Will there one day be a time to long for younger age?
Or will it be my happiness to move on from where I am,
Because strength is within me, more than it seems.
I notice how I don’t see, want to take a moment and breathe.
I might get caught in my soul, might be overwhelmed in it,
But what is it and why? Might be a rainbow of colours,
Which have lead me through stress, darkness and tears.
For growth has become of both the daylight in beauty, in laughter,
And in darkest night, all alone in my choked moment.
Wordless, wordless, but always finding back.
So when I look back in a few years,
I will find my happiest time, my strangest time, my biggest hill.
And in love and laughter its’ letters, its’ paintings on my wall.
Memories of creativity and beauty, smiled upon after all.
And yes, remembering I want. Remembering I will.
Remarks by the author:
Our life right now is the memories we are creating for later. It is also about accepting the pace of time, and accepting that we grow older, and to be ok with it. When I will be old, I want to be one of the old people who look back at their life with a smile and happiness, and not with bitterness and regret.