Cold Harsh Wind

“I feel the cold harsh wind against my skin as I look into the abandoned darkness of my past. The memories have become more of a haze, for I have tried to forget them. As I deal with the pain and heartache of my troubled past I begin to try and imagine what I might have to help me keep going. I look at the tiny figure of a body that I have been rocking oh so gently in my arms, I realize my son has given me if nothing else, an extraordinary gift of responsibility that requires so much love, attention, and hard work. As I hold him in my arms I feel the pain begin to disappear. I begin learned that pain of the past can do nothing but tarnish the wonders and miracles of today and tomorrow.”