Memories

Holding onto memories;

Like every puzzle piece,

that collide in pieces.

Little treasures, where

are they?

These pieces of me,

washed away by the shore.

Lost in the movements in life;

Something that is more.

Than misplaced pieces of me.

Let them go so I could make myself

Something more.

Something better than, yesterday.

While I'm stuck in the hands of time,

Holding onto moments, like treasure pieces.

Somewhere by the fire,

Standing by a front door.

Putting together the pieces.

Pieces of me,

Washed away by the shore.

So I could make myself into something more.

Under a tree there is a piece of me.

I close my eyes and I can feel the energy.

Golden roots under my feet;

Holding onto memories.

Times when I just tried to breath;

Taking in the air of a remedy.

Trying to just hold together these pieces;

pieces of me.

And up and down hill melody,

Waves that needlessly come and go;

Washing away pieces of me.

So I could come clean in the bittersweet,

Release.

Holding onto memories,

Like every puzzle piece.

That collide in pieces.

Little treasures;

like lucky clovers kicked up in the dust.

Somewhere beneath the stars underneath my feet.

These little pieces of me.

Where are they?

Washed away by the hands of time,

So I could let them go,

And become something more.

Than whatever I was standing on the shore;

watching the waves rush over.

Like every piece of me,

That I never could find.

Missing somewhere in the hands of time.

Holding onto memories,

Like every puzzle piece.

From neon lights, full moons.

Crashing waves, or loud tunes.

Holding onto memories.

Little treasures, little pieces of me.

Wherever I go.