Encoded Hope

Memories are funny things.
glimpses into the past,
a small echo of what once was.
The tale of the looking glass

Some like ancient photos,
have worn down and corroded over time.
stair to long and you'll forget the present,
and have only the better days in mind.
Others are like slivers of mirror
after one is broken.
You realize you get 7 more years of bad luck,
hope history cannot always repeat itself.
Those slivers like broken dreams stick in- razor sharp,
but the pain that makes you wince is not from the cut,
but from the wounds in your heart, unforgotten.
In the end we find the memories that stick best,
The brilliant ones that outshine the rest.
like our closest star does at day, what its family cannot at night.
Some Memories can light our way, even on the darkest of night.
Those golden memories let us hope that tomorrow can be as bright.