Much Life

Looking back and holding on to the memories of my life. I silently pray that, I will never be without them. I am molded and fashioned after the people and events that have twisted and softly maneuvered their ways into my being. I worry as I age that my mind will be empty, void of all the colors of my past, present and future. If only my heart could take charge, it is big enough and bold enough to carry me through to eternity, as it holds everything and everyone so dear to me. My brain may fail me, my fingers may no longer move to record the events as proof that I encountered much life. But my heart will never forget. Even the broken pieces are still alive, and my veins are full of rich memories.