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.”
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