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A trip back home can make one think.
The youth and wonder.
Only when forced to remember,
do I think of her and what she wanted.
The dreams.
I did not do or end up like she thought.
Knowing more of the hurt of life,
I wish I could go back and whisper.
You will be fine.
Even if your dreams don't come true.
You will survive.
When you look in the mirror,
what you will see is the blue
of the eyes that used to want.
The grey of the hint of wonder.
I knew you well.
I liked what you needed.
The thoughtfulness of your dreams.
The world happened and you stepped
and lived what you didn't know.
No going back.
You did it well.
Head up.
Pretend that everything is fine.
No one will know.
It's a secret that you and I won't tell.
~ JC ~
1 comment:
I was thinking of the same thing this past weekend. How does one get to where one is? By putting one foot in front of the other - but often in the wrong direction. A decision that seemed so casual at the time changes everything. I'm not where I wanted to be, or where I want to be. But it's where I am.
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