Memories no longer exist.
They have vanished into cold, thin air.
And over time,
Have faded from my recovering mind.

I wish the time frame were shorter,
For me to get back on my feet.
Because my strides are becoming shorter,
And my heart weakens with every slight beat.

My pace needs to progress,
Because I want someone to remember my steps.
I have taken them close to my end,
And I want someone to walk them again.

Not for the pain,
Or hurt that I've felt,
But to gain knowledge,
from the game I've been dealt.

By: Danielle Clark