All I have are these memories

Memories that are alive, memories that stay with me, memories that are very real. Long to be forgotten, these memories refuse allowance for they have a life of their own. A life stemming from childhood, manifesting, developing into the angst of my inner teen, traveling with and deeply rooting itself within me through my time of college maturity. Issues still being dealt with, hidden, masked. Is there no escape?

Join me in my journey to emotional freedom as I overcome trails of adversity. All I have are these memories—Memoirs to my Father, a collection of poetry.