From time to Time, we all get lost in life. We have memories that we treasure and recall with fondness and we have others that are of our worst and most painful moments. Both of these types of memories are the make-up of our souls. Within these pages are writings and poems, spanning over twenty years, from some of my darkest days. Days when hope seemed too far out of reach. Remember, when hope seems out of reach, keep reaching. Even the darkest night has a dawn. Howard Boling October 28, 2014