Life is a barbed wire fence.
The gnarled wooden posts are the friends that hold you up when you feel like falling down.
The twists in the wire are the winding roads of our lives.
The sharp points are the muffled screams and words you couldn't say.
The gaps between the sets of wires hold the memories you don't want to let go of.
The ground that holds up the fence is like your tenacious strength that holds on as long as you can.
The sun beating down is the problems you have to work through.
And without everything that fits so well together the fence would crumble into a pile of forgotten memories and broken promises.
