Memories

I wake up with a bunch of stories,

running at the back of my mind,

Some please me while,

Some seem to underestimate me,

But, it's a part of my beautiful life.

These are the memories I bore

It isn't a weight,

It's a precious burden.

Just like how a dad carries his son on his shoulder,

Just how a mother holds the infant's hand forever.

The day I feel small and still carry on,

The day I skyshoot but again the parachute falls too,

I climb up and rise,

Even if it's a step forward, I still strive.

I have no slightest clue,

about how my life is set,

but before I take the last breath of my life,

You will hear me say,

"I know it was hard, but I tried my best"