Me

The long car drives through the back roads,
going no place you meant to go.
The standing in the pouring rain,
feeling freedom once more.
The Autumn leaves falling,
crackling under your feet.
The memories of the past,
merging with what lies ahead.
The wrestling and the fighting,
laughing and crying.
The barefoot running,
ignoring all the pain.
The moonlight talks,
pouring out my heart to God.
The blood flowing down,
but laughing anyways.
The souvenirs,
ageless reminders of what once was.
The sunsets,
showing the beauty of the Maker.
The touches,
that have comforted.
The glances,
that gave everything away.
The late night conversations,
that have left me speechless.
The notes written,
that have meant the world to me.
The things that molded me,
who made me, me.