On the dirt road behind
hidden footprints
of sweaty, bleeding
ghost of yesteryears.
Scars on the knees,
numbed heart,
forgotten at best,
condemned at worst,
should be cherished,
for the twist and turns
of the past road may
lead to a sweet surprise.
Even if there’s no reward,
I still love the road I took,
because it is what made me
a bit wiser and mature,
what I am today–
another wholesome passerby.
©By Byung A. Fallgren
Yes indeed the roads we take leave indelible marks on us. We are what we are because of the roads we took
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Beautiful pic: lovely word imagery
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Great analogy
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Thank you much.
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Thank you so much.
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I could feel myself “growing up” in this piece. Lovely!
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Thank you so much. 😊
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I love this…it could be my life!
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Thank you.
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