Memories

As I sit here and try not to break I remember the times when I was happy, all of a sudden I feel awake, a seed that has been planted, rain and thunder shake her but she knows she needs the storm, feeling enchanted, the nights when she was alone, cold and hungry ,on her own, it's a blessing to feel the rain, the warm, a rise still growing but not sure what color to bloom, she still grows each time about noon....the feeling of earth and wind as the trees blow, deep down inside she knows her memories are the seed to help her grow