A walk down memory lane
can be filled with pot holes
and thorny bushes.
Sometimes,
I close my eyes,
trying to avoid the things that hurt me.
But,
when you walk down memory lane,
guided by one of the people
who was there with you,
someone who
recognizes the same cracks in the road,
and can remind you of your voice,
and who you used to be,
the walk
becomes filled with beauty.
You can remember the flowers,
and the sound of silence,
becomes sweet,
rather than scary,
and the walk down memory lane,
with those special souls,
shows you the length of how far you’ve walked,
how far you’ve come
and how much you’ve grown.

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