Shaping the Crazy

Of Memories and Dreams
In delicate spheres, I hold the past,
Memories cherished, shadows cast.
Each bubble a moment, frozen in time,
Echoes of laughter, rhythms and rhyme.
I release them gently, watch them soar,
Letting go of yesterdays, forevermore.
For in their wake, new hopes arise,
Bright tomorrows, unclouded skies.
Eyes forward, heart open wide,
I step boldly, with nothing to hide.
The past is a whisper, a tale well-told,
The future a canvas, waiting to unfold.
In the dance of bubbles, light and free,
I see the path that lies ahead of me.
With dreams as guide and love as art,
I embrace the future, with all my heart.
The past drifts away, like bubbles in air,
Leaving me stronger, ready to dare.
For every memory released, a new dream is born,
In the dawn of tomorrow, I am reborn.

-Christine Armstrong