Useful YOUTH foundation

The memories I thought held me close… slipped away.
They let me fall so hard, I shattered,
and the pieces scattered beyond reach.

I searched the floor of my soul for them—
shards of laughter, slivers of pain,
ghosts of moments I once thought eternal.

I begged the silence to give them back,
but it only echoed what I lost.
No answers. Just air.

Now I walk with echoes in my chest,
the weight of what was
dragging behind me like a broken wing.

I am learning to move
with the ache and the absence,
to breathe in spite of the emptiness.

Because even shattered things
can find new shapes in the light.

Treasure your ideas. For they are like seeds that germinate in your mind. They Root, Shoot and Fruit into concept and creativity that are beyond imagination