When I wake up in the morning, I like to lie in bed and feel the sheets rub my strong, brown, beautiful legs. The sheets slither ever so gently across my skin; on my back and along my arms. You will never make me forget how this feels and how I felt about myself. How I loved myself even when people were making me question whether I was even lovable.
When I walk through a group of tall trees, I feel like I am walking through a cathedral and experience awe at the strength and beauty of their stature and colors. Their limbs intertwining with bark peeling and exposing the colors of their life. You will never make me forget how they looked to me, and the quiet strength they passed along to me when my strength was waning under the pressures of uncertainty, jealousy or cruelty.
When I hear the wind, it calms and reassures me that the wind has been and will always be here for me. I listen as it tells me its wisdom and gives me insight into my life. You will never make me forget how the wind and I shared secrets. That life is for living, loving, seeing the colors, walking through cathedrals and embracing the strength and beauty of it all. You will never make me forget.