The spiderweb of memories become a tapestry of agony as my hands attempt to hold on to the past
I lay in my yesterdays remembering being young and carefree and careless with people
I laugh at the idealistic tone of my opinions most of which long since discarded by life's realites
Still...still I feel each memory...each movement of thought...each tear and smile
The tapestry of agony morphs into a road map of hope
The G.P.S. to a better tomorrow
Because I have not died, I am not drained of life or of love, I am free to move toward new memories
The painfulness of yesterday can now be the joy of tomorrow
Sorrow left to sorrow
And the spiderweb no longer a trap for memories but a catalyst for new adventures 
A dream catcher I'll use to design a new me
Farewell ....agony